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We think the reader will agree that the present 
number is just a little bit the best we have ever turned 
out, and that we have amply fulfilled our promises 
made in the June number. But wait! At the present 
writing (June 5) we have the magazine for August 
made up in dummy form, and comparison with the 
folded form proofs of the July number by a jury of 
five results in three for August as against two for July. 
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favor of the later issue. 

An exceptionally good article 
that will appear in the August 
magazine is by Ernest Russell, 
and has to do with the settler's 
battle with the wilderness; there 
are some very good illustrations 
from photographs. Another val- 
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explorations of General Zebulon 
Pike, of Pike's Peak fame. This 
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esting in view of the coming 
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on hunting the prong-horned 
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Patrick's marshes. The bird 
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article on prospecting for wood- 
cock. John Boyd contributes an 
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rather to surprise our readers than tell them so far in 
advance what they must wait for. Anyway, the 
feature of the August number will be its surprises; 
so, as we said before, wait! 


In the June number we told of the exploring expe- 
dition to the Shushitna Valley, at the same time 


An uncompromising fight 
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tion and propagation of all 
game; placing a sane limit 
on the bag that can be taken 
in a day or season; the pre- 
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panied by the party who 
killed it; the prohibition of 
the sale of game. These are 
"Recreation s" slogans now 
and forever. 

stating that an attempt might be made to ascend Mt. 
McKinley. Since then a dispatch from Seattle, 
Washington, states that Dr. F. A. Cook will lead the 
new expedition in the ascent of Mt. McKinley. The 
intrepid doctor is, by this time, in Alaska. He is 
accompanied by the celebrated mountain climber, 
Prof. H. C. Parker, of the University of New York. 
Mr. R. W. Parker, an experienced Arctic explorer, 
and Recreation's special artist and correspondent, 
Mr. Belmore Browne. Mr. Browne has hunted and 
sketched all over that part of Alaska, and was in the 
Mt. McKinley country last season. 

If any one ever reaches the top 
of Mt. McKinley, these seem to 
be the men to do it. But the 
reader must remember that it is 
a stupendous undertaking. Mt. 
McKinley is not only the highest 
mountain on this continent, but 
it is the biggest mountain in 
the world. Mt. Everest, of the 
Himalaya range in Asia, reaches 
the phenomenal and unique 
elevation of 29,002 feet, but 
to do this the wily Asiatic 
mountain has taken advantage 
of a high tableland for its foot- 
hold; thus, Everest stands on 
the shoulders of other moun- 
tains. Mt. McKinley, pn the 
contrary, looms right up from 
the earth, standing on its own 
feet and thrusting its ice-bound 
shoulders and snow-covered 
head away above the clouds, 
without sacrificing its mountain- 
hood by being boosted to its ele- 
vation by other less ambitious 
Mt. McKinley is a true American and reaches its 
eminence by its own exertions, so to speak. Recre- 
ation stands for achievement, strenuous outdoor 
work, and hence it is right and proper that its 
already celebrated staff artist should be the adven- 
turous soul to plant our flag on the top of the biggest 
mountain in the world. 

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Volume XXV JULY, 1906 Number 1 


One of the Crowd ..... ROSCOE BRUMBAUGH 



Camping in the High Sierra 




Yachting in the Northwest 




Guides, White and Brown 




An Outing in Acadia 



The Wilderness Virgin 




De Blossoms and De Breeze (A Poem) 



Hill-Country Homing Places . 



( Illustrated) 

Bass-Fishing in Wisconsin 



An American Sport for Americans 



( Illustrated) 

The Art of Camping 



A Matter of a Mascalonge 




An Interrupted Song (A Poem) 



To Grand Lake by Team 




The Athens World's Athletic Meet 



The Camping Launch .... 




Editorial . . . .74 Photography 


The Game Field . . 76 The Hunting Dog . 


Fishing . . . .80 The Referendum . 


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As soon as the anchor falls hundreds of lines are cast, but not a hitch is made, no one loses his temper. 
Many of these fishermen go every Sunday, rain or shine, and they understand the little inconveniences of the game. 

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A Trip to the Fishing-Banks with Some of New York's 

Sunday Anglers 



N SUNDAY morning, 
from April till Novem- 
ber, Battery Park is the 
rendezvous for many 
New York anglers. 
From all directions and 
by all modes of travel 
they come; but all are 
headed in one direction 
— the fishing-boats. A 
lone robin may call 
from the top of yonder maple, but few hear 
it, for the babel of many tongues drowns 
even the incessant chatter of the sparrows. 
The ticket "barkers" hold up every pedes- 
trian to impress upon him the superiority 
of such and such a boat, while on the park 
benches old cronies swap tales and good 
cheer. Everybody is happy. Witness the 
smiles and greetings that are passed along. 
It is, indeed, as the robin plainly calls and 
calls, the top o' the morning. 

At the piers the fishing-steamers are 
rocking impatiently, while on the decks 
gather the jolly crowds, awaiting good 
naturedly the signal to start. Out on the 
bay a few straggling ships are passing and 
the bright morning sun dances 'upon the 
never resting waters. Even the -[Statue of 
Liberty seems to lose the stare of bronze 
and put on an appropriate smile. Every- 
body knows it: Going fishing! 

"Buy a hat-guard before the boat leaves!" 
calls out a young fellow on board, who then 
proceeds to give you visions of coming 
home hatless. 

"Sure and pwhat would a string be for, 
annyway?" asks an Irishman, leaning over 
the railing. "Who'd want t' look like a 
Inglish dood?" 

"Ach, only womens wear dem tings," 
answers his side-partner. "I chust got one 
fer Lizzee." 

But the word has been given to start and 


the boat now glides serenely out on the bay. 
A few warships may be lying in quarantine, 
or one or two may be passed on the way to 
Sandy Hook. What a picture they make 
in the shimmering sunlight. Three rousing 
cheers go up from the hundreds on board 
to the jackies on the great steel miracles. 
How the blood goes atingling when Old 
Glory is run up and " broke out!" Even 
the stolid Germans manage to shout; the 

bibe more freely than they should and thus 
later imagine themselves taking home a 
fuller string than actually will be the ca 

After a few hours' ride the fishing-banks 
are reached, where the excursion boats all 
anchor close together. As soon as the 
anchor falls, hundreds of lines are cast 
"Follow your line I" "Here with that last 
throw!" call a dozen of voices, and it all 
works out so smoothly that you suspect 


Irishmen yell. There is no more thrilling 
sight in its associations with patriotic pride 
than the magnificent entrance to the finest 
harbor in the world. The Narrows are 
beautiful, and the ships passing there add 
a touch of romance to the scene. Fort 
Wadsworth and Fort Hamilton at either 
side, with their fine swards and background 
of trees, set off a picture that could hardly be 
improved. Then comes the long stretch of 
beach at Sandy Hook, with the glistening 
targets as its only decoration. 

On the way down five or six men are 
preparing bait. Pity the clams! Barrels 
of them are cut up like so many potatoes. 
But the work is forgotten in the mere 
pleasure of being free and easy, and in the 
joyful anticipation of the coming sport. 
Some may get a little too hilarious and ini- 

the act has been rehearsed. Not a hitch is 
made and no one loses his temper. When 
the first catch is made another old-fashioned 
cheer goes up, which is especially heart- 
some should the good luck fall to Mrs. 
Schmitt or Mrs. Hennessy. Whoever pulls 
the first bass is the hero of the hour. It 
may be the sprightly little girl of seven 
summers or the oldtimer of sixty winters 
who sits on the upper deck and draws 'em 
in at regular intervals. No one cares for 
cocker eels, but blackfish and fluke, 
though plentiful, are considered good 
catches. Weakfish, bluefish, ling, porgy, 
cod and perhaps one or two monster 
anglers all go to make up the "catch." 
After all, health must be included in the 
catch, too. 

"Just fancy the tangle!" exclaims a 




The weight of care and 
are all lost 

nervous little Englishman who has un- 
consciously caused a bad mix-up of lines. 

"Hold on ! Can't you hold yourself a bit ? 
My line's in there," screams a woman from 

" Quite so, quite so. I shall undo it," he 
calls back to her gallantly. 

But it can't be undone. It is a mix-up that 
would put many a latter-day matrimonial 
tangle to blush. Lines must be cut, but 
fortunately few tempers are injured. 
Many of these fishermen go every Sunday, 
rain or shine, and they understand the 
little inconveniences of the game. It is 
their rest and recreation from a week's 
work. Yet in the crowded condition of 
the boat one man may be found baiting 
another's hook by mistake. There are 
laughs then of wonderful contrasts and 
insinuations galore. 

The reels are making merry music and 
splash, splash, splash go the lines on the 
glassy surface of the water. Here and there 
exclamations of delight arise as nice 
catches are hauled in. When there is a 
possibility of some one losing a fish a 
dozen willing hands are ready to help 
secure it. Back and forth they surge from 
railing to bait-pots, with almost the pre- 
cision of the jackies we saw marching up 
and down the battleship an hour or so 
before. At the stern a dozen young women, 
all in white sweaters, are attracting their 
share of attention by their good luck and 
fetching appearance. The wind plays 
havoc with their locks, but that only adds 
charm to the picture they make. "Well 
done, thou good and faithful servant," 
comments an accommodating neighbor to 
one of the girls, as he helps bring in her 
catch. All are so preoccupied with their 
own affairs that no one takes notice of the 
" camera fiend" who manages somehow 
to get the picture of everybody on board. 

"Move the boat! Move the boat!" call 
a hundred voices when no one seems to 
be having any luck. The boat is moved, 
of course. When the anchor goes down 
again the "first cast" scene is enacted all 
over again. Probably the boat will be 
moved several times and in the end 
wend its way over to Rockaway shoals to 
try again. Here a rowboat or two may be 
taken aboard which contain a fine lot of 
fish. These fish start the market for those 
on board who wish to sell their fish, and 
those who did not fish or had bad luck can 
purchase what they want at low prices. 
However, it is doubtful w T hether anyone 
ever confessed to having bought his string. 
Can you blame a man, when such big ones 
get away? 

All this time the restaurant is being well 
patronized. Over its entrance might well 
be hung the trite but appropriate motto: 
"Ham and Eggs Enlivening the World." 
Folks on board eat hearty and often, as 
the salt air whets the appetite. "I have 
been in the restaurant five times to-day," 
laughingly remarks one woman to her com- 
panion. And you do not doubt the state- 
ment. She looks the picture of health and 
is a splendid example of the benefits to be 
derived from a regular weekly outing. It is 


not so much the fishing, as she says, but just 
the getting out where the winds are free. 

The crowd contains many types for 
profitable study by the student of human 
nature. Made up largely of working 
people, many of them well-to-do, it presents 
varied contrasts. Here is a cafe proprietor, 
there a thriving butcher or grocery man. 
Architects, artists and clerks all rub 
shoulders in bubbling good humor on the 
trip. The weight of care and the week's 
business worries are all lost and forgotten 
in these hours of play. The big-hearted 
German-American at my side tells me he 
goes out somewhere every week. "It keeps 
a man in trim," he says. "I get tired of the 
fish and often give them to some one less 
fortunate before I leave the boat. I like 
to get the cool sea breezes and be in the 
push. It does a fellow good even if it is 
Sunday." Note his ruddy cheeks and con- 
tented grin, and contradict him if you will. 

When the boat weighs anchor for home 
volunteer quartettes and choruses start up 
"In Dear Old Georgia," "Consolation," 
and "Wait Till the Sun Shines, Nellie," 
but I hear only the words of some verses I 
read that very morning : 

"There is a garden of the South 
That lies along the sea, 
Kissed ever by the summer's mouth 
And sweet with melody." 

And better still: 

"Where all the livelong, brooding day, 
And all night long, 
The far sea-journeying wind should come 
Down to the doorway of your home, 
To lure thee ever the old way 
With the old song." 

Wound at convenient places are the erst- 
while busy lines, now drying in the sun. 
Everything is in disorder. Most of the men 
have taken off their fishing togs and have 
donned street clothes once more. It is 
difficult to recognize some of them after 
the change. All the available seating space 
is occupied with parties of friends and little 
family groups, chatting over the incidents 
of the day. Pipes and tobacco are in great 
demand; indeed as much so as something 
to eat. "Here with that tobacco," be- 
comes a common request. 

Thousands of city folk, modern cave- 
dwellers, if you please, have taken ad- 

the week's business worries 
and j or gotten 

vantage of the glorious summer day, and in 
motor boats and launches, sailboats and 
yachts, are passing with ease among the 
larger craft. It is an inspiring sight to the 
lover of the out-of-doors. The whole world 
seems joyous outside of the "four walls and 
a ceiling" which hem a man's soul in. It 
is gratifying, also, to know that every year 
the number of people seeking outdoor 
amusement grows larger and larger. All 
of which calls to mind words written by 
Thoreau years ago: "One moment of life 
costs many hours, hours not of business, 
but of preparation and invitation. Yet the 
man who does not betake himself at once 
and desperately to sawing is called a 
loafer, though he may be knocking at the 
door of heaven all the while, which shall 
surely be opened to him." And when to the 
fascination of nature in its larger aspects 

"I like to get the cool sea breezes and be in the push. It does a fellow good even if it 

is Sunday. " 

the doors are once opened they can never, 
never swing shut. 

All the way on the return games are in 
order, and there is music on all sides. 
Here and there are little groups enjoying 
luncheon after the day's sport. The Lady 
in Green, more dignified than the others, 
uses a newspaper for a napkin. Now and 
then she bestows a patronizing smile on 
the couple at her right, who are evidently 

afraid of losing each other. Scattered over 
the boat, in quiet corners, tired-out children 
are dozing peacefully. No wonder — such a 
breeze and such skies! 

On my trip a storm arose as we passed 
up the Narrows. Steadily the wind grew 
stronger and the gulls kept flying lower 
and lower. Over Manhattan and Jersey 
dense black clouds hung like a pall. No 
one got excited. It was all a matter of course. 


Down the stairways surged the crowds 
from the upper deck. Some tarried too long 
and were drenched by the downpour. 

"I don't care!" cried the Lady in Green, 
as she picked up her skirts and swept by 
like the coming of spring. 

Hundreds of persons are awaiting friends 
at the pier. The landing is hurriedly made, 
but no one cares about the jostling. It's 
all a part of the outing and demonstrates 

once more the patience and good nature of 
the motley American crowd on pleasure 
bent. Over in the park the sparrows 
quarrel and chatter as before and the robin 
sings as merrily as in the morning. 

All in all, it is a fascinating trip. The 
fresh sea air gets into your blood and you 
will doubtless go again and again; if not 
on a real fishing boat, then on the wonderful 
Ship of Memory. 

You might camp in the valley all summer and yet explore some new wonder every day 


Where Conditions Are So Ideal That Men and Women 

Must Appreciate Nature 


MAN'S yell of terror 
rang out on the night 
air. Dark forms ap- 
peared from among the 
trees and hurried to- 
ward the spot from 
whence the sound came. 
But it was found that 
the excitement had been 
caused by nothing 
more than a young, 
cold, shivering, little 
rattler, who, deserted 
by his family, had 
sought the comfort of man's abode. Hav- 
ing found a sleeping-bag on the ground, 
he had crawled in for the warmth. Imagine 
the horror of the man when he had attempted 
to get into his bag and heard that dreadful 
whr-r-r of the rattle. After that the sleeping- 
bags were never left on the ground, but 
hung on trees during the day. 

This was only one incident where life is 
principally made up of the pure joy of living. 
Do you know what it is to be simply glad 
you are alive; to feel every muscle in your 
body in its right place and in full play; to 
tread the ground with the strength and free- 
dom of health, and to feel you are monarch 
of all you survey? The place to know and 
feel all this is in the Sierra Nevada Moun- 
tains of California. I never before had 
camped out to any extent, yet for one solid 
month I lived in the open. I did not even 
see the outside, let alone the inside, of a 
dwelling-place. We were miles by trail 
from even a log cabin. 

To get ready for such a camping cam- 
paign you need comparatively few things. 
Take dress, for instance. The men usually 
wear khaki trousers, red or green flannel 
shirts, strong hob-nailed footwear and soft 
felt hats. The woman's costume is scarcely 
more elaborate. Dark flannel bloomers, for 

it is apt to be cold at times, and knee skirts; 
shirt waists made like a man's negligee 
shirt with the collar fastened on; a gay 
Windsor tie of some kind; a soft felt hat of 
becoming shape and large enough for pro- 
tection from the sun, and strong shoes with 
hob nails, are the most convenient and com- 
fortable costume, and many like its pictur- 
esqueness. You will want a warm sweater, 
and don't forget theall-importantbandanna, 
which, tied to your belt, serves the various 
offices of napkin, night cap, towel, an apron 
to cover the grease spot on your skirt, and 
last, but not least, as a most important uten- 
sil to carry your lunch in. The high-laced 
boots are a necessity, both in fording a 
stream, for they are water-proof, and in any 
unexpected encounter with a rattlesnake. 
That last statement sounds much more 
dreadful than it really is; for though we 
went through a part of the country where 
there are many rattlers, I never saw a live 
one on the whole trip, except the ignorant 
little fellow that crawled into the sleeping- 
bag. A rattler will never attack you if let 
alone; he is quite as anxious as you to get 
out of the way. 

The time to go camping in the Sierra is in 
July or August, for then it never rains. You 
need no tent, only a sleeping-bag. You just 
live out in the great out-of-doors with no 
roof over your head. A very important 
item in camping is this sleeping-bag. The 
easiest, warmest and lightest weight bag is 
an eider-down quilt covered with a dark 
denim, folded over and sewed like a bag, 
with one end left open for you to get in. It 
was a queer sight at night, when the horses 
occasionally wandered up to the sleeping 
quarters, to see these weird-looking sacks, 
each with a head sticking out of the top, rise 
up from the ground and utter a piercing 
shriek or a "shoo" to the approaching 
horse. Until you have tried it you cannot 

Oh I the joy of the trail ! 

imagine the comfort and warmth of the 
sleeping-bag. The first night we spent in a 
house after the trip was over, the friend 
who was with me was unable to stand the 
" squashiness " and, what seemed to her, 
the tremendous elevation of her bed. So 
she got up, spread her bag on the floor, got 
into it and went right to sleep. 

The only remaining item to complete the 
personal camping outfit is the "dunnage- 
bag." That is a brown canvas bag that 
looks like a laundry-bag with a rope around 
the top to draw it together. Your sleeping- 
bag and clothes are dumped into this, the 
rope drawn up and tied, and you are ready 
to start. 

The way, from a scenic standpoint, to get 
into the big mountains of the Sierra is to 
enter by way of the Yosemite Valley. You 
take a sleeper from San Francisco. Early 
in the morning you tumble out of the train 
to find yourself in a small village, where you 
get breakfast and discard the few remaining 
conventional clothes you are wearing, leav- 
ing them in a suit-case at the station until 
called for. Then, in full camping costume, 

you climb onto one of the big, open stage- 
that hold about twenty people each. For a 
day and a-half you ride, putting up at night 
at an inn that is in the heart of the woods 
and very near to one of the groves of famous 
sequoia trees. Each mile you drive you get 
higher up, the air grows bracing and full of 
the wondrous smell of fir and pine. 

The trees have grown to be giants, and 
you must throw your head way back to see 
their tops. There has been and will be no 
rain for some time, so there is plenty of dust. 
This is somewhat allayed, however, by the 
crude oil that has been sprinkled on the 
roads. At last, about three o'clock of the 
second day, you see a big opening in the 
woods, the driver reins in his horses, and 
you gaze, speechless, into the Yosemite 
Valley. Straight up from the floor of the 
valley on either side rise gigantic rock cliffs 
to the height of tw r o or three thousand feet. 
El Capitan, a huge mass of weather-beaten, 
barren rock, guards the entrance. The 
floor of the valley seems a mass of waving 
tree tops, with here and there a glimpse of 
the gleaming Tuolumne River, like a silver 

you gaze, speechless, into the Yosemite Valley 

thread wending its way in and out. Wher- 
ever there is a rift in the rocks, a torrent of 
water comes dashing over the top of the 
cliffs. So far does the water fall in some 
cases, even as much as a thousand feet, that 
when it reaches the valley it has become 
sprayed as fine as smoke from a green wood 

You might cam}) in the valley all summer 
and yet explore some new wonder each day. 
But although you are already at an eleva- 
tion of 5,000 feet, you must pull yourself up 
4,000 feet higher to be among the snow- 
covered mountains where the Tuolumne has 
its source. So after a few days you prepare 
to start forth again. Early in the morning, 
according to the usual programme, you pop 
out of your sleeping-bag and scurry down 
to the river for a plunge. You gasp at the 
thrilling, cold shock. You have need to be 
brave, but it is good. How it makes the 
blood run through your veins. You feel 
well and strong enough to conquer the 
world. After breakfast you dump your 
things into your dunnage-bags. The pack- 
ers, the men who look after the baggage, are 

busy strapping the bags on the horses, five 
bags to a horse, and packing up the pro- 
visions. Unless it be a very blind trail, you 
are at liberty to go when you please. 
So you may start off ahead of the rest or 
wait until the others have gone, and so be 
quite alone all day. Oh! the joy of the 
trail! Once get its fever in your blood and 
you never can get it out. To be a wanderer, 
a vagabond, care-free and merry, with end- 
less miles of blazed trail stretching out be- 
fore you and the smell of sage brush in 
the air; to throw yourself flat on the ground 
and drink deep from one of those sparkling, 
ice-cold mountain streams. The feel of 
the water as over your hands you let it 
run, or, stretched on some sun-kissed rock 
against which the river is dashing and beat- 
ing in unspent fury, to wonder half the day 
away at the beauty of sky and tree and 
river, and "commune with air, light and 
night, hills, winds and streams, and seek 
not strength in strengthless dreams." 

You may take your own horse on the 
trip, and some prefer to ride when it is a 
long distance to the next camp. The 

You are dumb with this newest realization 

mountain horse is a living wonder, so sure- 
footed and clever is he getting down rock 
ledges that are not easy for man; in fact, 
there are few places where man can go that 
a mountain horse cannot follow. Fording 
a stream on a horse's back is great fun, par- 
ticularly when the water gets deeper and 
deeper, now up over the stirrup, and you 
wonder how manysteps more it will be before 

the horse has to strike out. There was one 
day when I was in the saddle from seven in 
the morning until seven at night, stopping 
only for an occasional drink and an hour 
or so for my lunch. 

Toward night your attention is turned 
to find a good spot to camp in. Any moun- 
tain meadow that has a good stream run- 
ning through it and plenty of trees is a 

Toward night your attention is turned 

of the splendor and majesty of nature 

suitable place for camp. The aim each 
night is to find such a place, where, perhaps, 
if it be very attractive, you would linger on 
for some days. The men's camp is on one 
side of the stream and the women's on the 
other, or the women's camp is up-stream 
and the men's down-stream. Between you 
is always the spot for the big camp-fire. It 
is there the commissary is located. There 

the Chinamen hold sway, stirring big iron 
cooking-pots over the fire. You can 
imagine that it is a very favorite spot, when 
the yell is given that announces meal-time; 
you fairly run, for first come first served. 
So you line up with tin plate and cup and 
file by the big iron pots, where food and 
drink is ladled out to you. Generally you 
use but two utensils to eat with, the tin cup 

to find a good spot (a camp in 




fastened to your belt and the tin spoon in 
your pocket. A cupful of beans devoured, 
you repair to the river to wash your cup. 
Sand and water make a splendid cleanser. 
Then for a cupful of coffee and after that 
probably a cupful of apple sauce and some 
hardtack. If you are particular you wash 
your cup between the last two courses, 
otherwise you let it go. 

I wish I could picture the coloring of the 
country. In the far-away East the moun- 
tains are green. All the country valleys and 
hills are green, all shades and kinds, from 
the light, fresh green of early spring ver- 
dure to the dark, rich shades of the conifers; 
but still all green. The Sierra Mountain 
country in midsummer is a series of gray- 
browns. It impresses you with its dryness. 
You miss the green at first, but soon learn 
to appreciate its absence. It is this very 
dryness that makes everything so bril- 
liantly clear. It makes the air bracing. 
There is nothing slow, luxurious or en- 
ervating about it. Under- 
foot is the brown dust, 
without fern or moss, over- 
head the intensely clear and 
brilliantly blue sky. Around 
you the gray-brown rocks, 
bowlders and mountains 
stand out clean and clear- 
cut, with their dazzling 
patches of snow. The 
gnarled old trees, with their 
lofty, dark green crowns, 
are whispering their dry- 
ness to vagrant ocean 
breezes. Here and there, 
scattered over the ground, 
are the mountain flowers, 
gay, vivid spots of color, like 
the bright red snowflowers. 

Then come days of action and desire 
when you elect to master some snow- 
covered peak. Usually one must make an 
early start. So it is only three o'clock and 
very dark when one of the men gives the 
familiar "jodel." You tumble out of your 
sleeping-bag, half awake, and gather with 
the others shivering around the fire. A 
Chinaman is stirring a pot of half-cooked 
rice. Queer, indeed sorry-looking, objects 
you are. Here is a woman in overalls. It 
is to be a hard, stiff climb and no skirts are 
allowed. The women usually prefer bloom- 
ers, but this one has a passion for overalls, 
and rolled high above her ankles at that. 
Her face is covered with powder, and her 
head is carefully swathed in a green mos- 
quito-netting veil. This is to protect her 
from sunburn. The men's faces are cov- 
ered with blacking from the bottom of 
cooking-pots, to protect them from snow- 
burn also. One man looks like a negro 
who has attempted to scrub himself white 
and only succeeded in one or two spots. 
You line up and call out your numbers, and 
off you start, single file. The sun is just 
beginning to peep over the mountain you 
are to climb, which looms like a great 
snow-covered giant in front of you. 

An hour passes, and now the mountain 
is lost sight of, as you push on uf) through 
the few remaining stunted trees. After 
every pull of ten or fifteen minutes there is a 
pause for breath, and there is much friendly 
chaffing along the line. Soon you are above 




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busy strapping the bags on the 

ive bags to a horse 

timber line, above all growth of every 
kind, and encounter great patches of snow. 
Occasionally beyond the mass of rock and 
snow you catch a glimpse of your objective, 
the distant peak, and when you turn to look 
around you see between the ridges the 
world spreading out at your feet. 

Now you come to a great glacier. A mile 
and a-half wide, covered with snow, straight 
up it stretches before you, with the sun beat- 
ing down on it, dazzling your eyes. The 
wind has swept across the snow and left it 

in great ridges, just as though some great 
giant had spread out his hand with ringers 
widespread and pressed it deep in the snow. 
A few of the men go ahead and, looking 
out a route from ridge to ridge, break the way. 
It is like trying to walk on the ties of a rail- 
road track; at first you get along bravely, 
but the high altitude makes the breath 
come quickly and the gleaming snow makes 
the footing uncertain. Soon you become so 
uncertain of your footing that you are con- 
tinually missing the next ridge and falling 



in between the ridges, sometimes up to your 
waist in snow; but everything comes to an 
end, and there is only a little stretch of ice 
left. Steps are cut in this and a rope passed 
along. That conquered, there are some big 
bowlders to scramble over, and you are at 
the top at last. 

At first you sink down too exhausted to 
do aught but get your breath; then, as your 
heart quiets down, you look about you. 
There is the world at your feet, a world in 
which there is no sign of human habitation. 
For miles in all directions are endless moun- 
tain ranges, great barren mountain peaks 
with their covering of snow. Splendid and 
rugged they stand, and gradually creeps into 
your heart the feeling of your own insignifi- 
cance. You are dumb with this newest 
realization of the splendor and the majesty 
of nature. You breathe deep the rarefied air, 
your heart grows big to meet the bigness all 
about, and you feel close to the infinite. 
Then some one calls out to know the name 
of a distant mountain peak, and the spell 
is broken. 

Now the attention is turned to luncheon , 
of hardtack, raisins, sweet chocolate and 
stuffed dates. Every mouthful is devoured 
and the crumbs sought after, and then goes 
up the cry for water. If you have your can- 
teen full you are lucky, for otherwise the 
best you can do is to put a handful of snow 
in your cup and, holding it in your hands, 
vainly endeavor to generate enough heat 
to turn the snow into water. 

The climb down is an easy one, for 
though you have climbed to a height of over 
13,000 feet, quick time is often made by 
sitting down and sliding. The snow is just 
hard enough to make coasting good. A 
slide of half a mile is only a matter of a few 
minutes. It is a keen delight to go whizzing 
through the air if you can keep your balance 

and don't go twirling around and down 
backwards or over and over like a barrel. 
Toward evening you come straggling into 
camp one by one, to be greeted and cheered 
by those who stayed behind. 

As dusk creeps on a big camp-fire is built. 
The logs are so big that you can sit on one 
end of them while the other end blazes 
away merrily. Gradually you all gather 
about the fire, forming a large circle. The 
firelight plays on the sunburned, hardy 
faces. There is an expression of content 
and strength there. You feel that each one 
has found his poise and is his own master 
total and absolute, while at the same time 
your common love of nature is drawing you 
all together in a very close bond. Some- 
times you talk and laugh with the "pal" 
next you or gaze silently into the fire. Now 
some one starts a rousing, good song. Talent 
is discovered among your number. Some- 
one recites, someone else tells a funny story, 
until the fire begins to die down. Then you 
start on a hunt for your sleeping-bag. It 
seems very dark after the brilliant, roaring 
fire, and you stumble over bags, bump 
against trees and vainly try to locate the 
tree which marks your special apartment. 
On one occasion I was awakened by having 
a woman walk right on top of me in her 
hunt for her tree. Having found your own 
beloved tree, you crawl into your little bed- 
bag that you have come to like so well, and 
stretch out on the fragrant ground. Over- 
head are the clear sky and the twinkling 
stars. The wind is on your cheek, the 
breath of life in your nostrils; the music of 
the pines is lulling you to sleep, and you 
know that when you wake there will be a 
wondrous sunrise and a glorious day. Can 
any man or woman help being saner, 
healthier and wiser for such an experi- 




Where Fast-Sailing Graft and Their Masters Rival the Best 

Product and Ability of the East 



ERY young in the 
life of sport is the 
Northwest, and in 
yachting especially; 
for it is the most ex- 
pensive of all play, 
with the possible 
exception of horse 
racing, and requires 
leisure as well as 
considerable money to follow. For our 
youth in play there are reasons. What 
was this vast territory bordering on the 
North Pacific the half of a century ago? 
Inland a wilderness of mountains and 
valleys known only to the fur traders; 
coastwise, a labyrinth of waterways cut 
only by the keels of the traders' craft and 
the sliding dugouts of the aborigine. 
Scarcely dreamed of were the vast potenti- 
alities of this immense territory, an empire 
in itself. To it came the restless folk of the 
East, who left the broken ground of their 
fathers, seeking to break the newest lands 
beyond the great divide for the weal of the 

the homesteads. Labor, most forceful of 
all influences, made the West, as it has 
made, and will continue to make, all places. 
Our swift waters were harnessed, the 
forests cut into lumber, and vessels built 
to traffic it in the marts of the world; from 
the sea, the yearly harvest was gathered to 
feed the stranger afar off; while from its 
deep storehouses the earth was forced to 
gorge its coal, its base and precious metals. 
The result of faith and energy is worldly 
success, which in most cases is synonymous 
with wealth. Having attained it, the next 
best thing is to put wealth to good advantage; 
in other words, to enjoy it. A good medium 
is clean sport. Of such is yachting; and, 
then, what a fascinating sport it is. 

As we know, great strides were made in 
winning the land and the sea in a brief 
space of time. As it was with regard to 
work, so it has been with play. Twenty 
years ago there were a number of boats 
afloat in British Columbia and Washington 
waters. These boats were styled yachts. 
To call them such was gross flattery; for 

world. Their axes swfnpinfr. rhev tor»r»l^d the fprm conld have bppn ar^hVn 1 with p<? 
these had stood were reared the walls of or even a catamaran. A vacht signifies a 

craft with some pretensions to beauty. 
Our early boats were sadly deficient in this 
respect; but as they were the progenitors 
of the beautiful fleets now yearly afloat in 
our waters, they are entitled to a measure of 
consideration. When the time could be 
spared, these oldtimers were matched for 
money prizes; and no doubt there were 
many exciting finishes, even as exciting as 
we witness nowadays with our modern- 
built fliers. At least, our old skippers never 
grow weary of telling of such; and undoubt- 
edly they were so to them. They did not 
know the racing machine, however, the 
result of years of marine architectural ex- 
periments to produce the speediest craft 

propelled with sails. Lines were a minor 
consideration or were not considered at all. 
If a boat were fortunate in having a clean 
entrance forward and an easy run aft, its 
owner risking the canvas to the fullest ex- 
tent, it was natural that such a boat would 
win. Most everything, though, hinged on 
the skipper's ability and nerve. Of course, 
these go to make up a big percentage in the 
winning of a race to-day; but our boats are 
now built to get the greatest driving power 
with the least possible amount of resistance. 
It is now really the brains of the naval 
architect plus the brains of the skipper. 

It was some thirteen years ago that a 
number of enthusiastic yachtsmen hap- 

pened to be together at Bellingham, 
Wash. It was on the occasion of a 
race, one of a number held by the yachts- 
men of different Northwest cities during 
the years between 1885 and that time. 
A few boats had been constructed with 
some pretense to speed and beauty just 
about that period, and they awakened quite 
an interest. The parties who chanced to be 
at Bellingham on the occasion referred to 
are the fathers of the Northwest Inter- 
national Yacht Racing Association, now 
the most important factor in international 
sport on the whole Pacific Coast. From 
that meeting the association has grown 
to considerable proportions. Flying its 

flag, seven yacht clubs now conform to its 
rules, four of them belonging to Washington 
cities and three of them to cities of British 
Columbia. In the seven clubs there cannot 
be less than two hundred boats, a con- 
servative estimate, ranging from the 
schooner and the yawl of many tons burden 
to the knockabout and the cat, famous for 
smart contests in Eastern waters. These 
boats were mainly built from the designs 
of celebrated Eastern naval architects, and 
are not behind the Eastern product in 
material and workmanship. Neither are 
the men who sail them of inferior ability 
to those who sail winning craft in the big 
events of the Eastern yachting season. 




2 3 

Speed the time when this assertion will be 

The annual races of the Northwest 
International Yacht Racing Association 
are invariably held on the Fourth of July, 

alternately in each city represented. To 
Victoria, the first city of the Northwest to 
become famed for yacht racing, was given 
the honor for 1904. Vancouver, one of the 
latest to gain distinction, had the regatta 


when the fliers of the seven clubs contest 
for the supremacy of four inland sea, 
formed by the waters of Juan de Fuca, the 
Gulf of Georgia and^Puget Sound. For a 
number of years the Townsend Yacht Club, 
its harbor being about an equal distance 
fronTall the cities^of the association, had 
the entertainment of^the yachtsmen. In 
1903, however, it was decided to race 

for 1905, while Bellingham will handle the 
meet for 1906. All of the association cities 
are fortunate in having splendid sheets of 
water in close proximity to them. Weather 
conditions, though, differ materially; which 
isjmost satisfactory, as each type of boat has 
a chance. At Victoria and Townsend, the 
"machines" have but little show; some- 
times they do not venture a start, for the 



velocity of the wind during July at either 
place is often as high as thirty-five miles to 
the hour. It is great sailing for the heavy 
type of boat, however. Seattle, Vancouver 
and Nanaimo are noted for lack of wind 
during the summer months. For all-around 
sailing, Bellingham offers the most ad- 
vantages. There is generally a good breeze, 
but there is not the sweep of open water to 
raise a nasty sea, such as there is at Victoria 
and at Townsend. 

In the securing of trophies, the associa- 
tion has been most fortunate, the principal 
ones having been donated. To the munifi- 
cence of the people of Port Townsend the 
Key City Trophy is due. This trophy is a 
splendid example of the silversmith's art, 
and must be raced for perpetually. It 
goes yearly to the boat of A and B classes 
making the best time, handicap figured, 

over a fifteen-mile course, and triangular. 
So far, the "Lavita" has captured it once, 
the "Bonita" thrice, the " Wideawake" once 
and the " Ariadne" once, the latter boat 
being the present holder. 

Just what the future has in store for the 
Northwest yachtsmen is at present prob- 
lematical. It is safe to presume, though, 
that the future will produce as good 
material in man and boat as the recent 
past has produced; and here, in our waters, 
some day, great international events are 
bound to take place; for it would be hard to 
find conditions more favorable. That these 
contests will go far toward solidifying good 
relations between the peoples goes without 
saying; for good-fellowship is the spirit 
animating our little friendly rivalries at 
present. When the anchors are down and 
the sails are furled, there are no differences. 



Some of Their Characteristic Traits and Some 
Yarns They Have Spun 


OULD the memories that 
cluster 'round each 
crackling camp-fire be 
half so tender were it not 
for the guides seated in 
the glare of the flames, 
smoking their pipes and 
spinning their yarns and 
telling all sorts of lies to 
the tenderfoot from the city ? "I'm the big- 
gest liar of the hull d — n lot of ye," Ed 
Ronco used to say, as he sat in front of a 
camp-fire I love to recall, in a far-away spot 
in Maine. Every night when the dishes 
were washed he would light his pipe, throw 
a fresh birch log on the fire and be ready to 
talk on any subject that might come up, and 
if he didn't know anything about it, it is an 
even bet that none of the other guides ever 
guessed it, for in some positions his imagina- 
tion was superb. 

"Give us a bear story," I asked him one 
night, with the following rather startling 

"Many's the bears I have shot in the 
woods, but I'll never forget the big one I let 
get away because he was so wise I thought 
he would some day maybe find his way into 
one of them trained animal shows you fellers 
have in the big cities. It was nigh onto five 
o'clock in the afternoon that I first saw this 
geezer, as I was paddlin' a sport back to our 
camp-ground, and there was Mister Bear 
rummagin' around amongst our grub, just 
like he was at home, with never a smell of 
us, and we within handy spankin' distance of 
him — so I told the sport to keep still, and 
there we sat in the canoe and watched him. 
First, he knocked our jug of syrup off the 
table, and he rolled in it till I thought he'd 
stick to the ground. Then he waddled over 
to the flour barrel and upset that and got 
the flour stuck to the syrup until he looked 

mighty like a polar bear from Alasky. 
When he thought he was enough stuck on 
himself he walked over to our fire and rolled 
around pretty near close enough to it to get 
burned for about five minutes. Now, if he 
wasn't making ginger cake for the little cubs 
he had left back in the woods, you can put 
me down for the biggest liar you know! " 

Many other camp-fire tales did Ed tell us, 
but I have not the space to recount them 
here. I must, however, recite one other 
story with him as the hero, for it showed us 
that he possessed a greater amount of good 
nature than we had at first given him credit 
for. There were six of us sitting on the bank 
of the river one day, when some bold spirit 
suggested a swim. The air was a bit chilly 
and the water more so, but five of the party 
were soon preparing for a dip, one only sit- 
ting quiet and unconcerned on the bank — 
Ed Ronco — trying to make himself as small 
and unnoticeable as possible. Being caught 
in the act, "The water's too blamed cold for 
me," he said, "but while you fellers are 
making fools of yourselves, I'll show you a 
trick or two on one of them logs out there in 
the water." Now, Ed was a crack log driver 
and had a reputation among the guides for 
being able to do any number of stunts on a 
log in midstream, balanced only with his 
setting-pole. "Birling" was his specialty, 
and, stripping to his underclothes, he 
took up one of the canoe poles and hunted 
out a log to his liking. He worked the 
log around to where he could embark 
without wetting his feet and, shoving off, 
was soon churning the water about him 
into foam as he ran and danced back 
and forth on his log, his face shining with 
justified pride, while we shivered in the cold 
sunshine and envied him the perspiration 
streaming down his face. "Are you cold?" 
he yelled; "come out here and warm up; it 



isn't cold to-day." His invitation was 
accepted, but in a manner unlooked for by 
him. One of the boys, who had quietly 
slipped into the stream, swimming under 
water and gauging his distance well, came 
up at the end of the log, and with the slight- 
est tilt he dumped the poor fellow into the 
icy element he had so carefully avoided. 
Such splashing and sputtering! Ed got all 
the warming up he needed before he got 
through. Shivering and dripping, he made a 
half-mile dash along the bank, until he got 
his circulation up and perhaps his temper 
down, and by the time we were dressed he 
joined us, with the remark that he "guessed 
the water was wetter with your clothes on 

than with them off," and he seemed to 
enjoy the particular attention that had been 
paid to him. 

Writing of Ronco recalls a story told by 
another guide we had with us on the same 
trip, a case where a practical joke so worked 
upon the nerves of the less courageous 
sportsmen and even the guides of a party 
that the expedition was pretty nearly broken 
up. Harlow, the guide, had been one of the 
main figures in the experience, and so we 
listened wide-eyed and full of interest as he 
lay near the fire and so spun his tale : 

"It were the cutest and queerest trick I 
ever seen played on a sportsman, and 
begorry I laugh in me sleep many the time 



when I git to dreamin' about it. On this 
trip about which I'm narratin' the sport I 
w T as guidin' had w r ith him a peculiar make of 
whistle that he told me they call a'siren,'and 
when ye'd blow on it it made a wailin' sound 
that came as near to bein' the cry of a pan- 
ther without bein' the same that ever I 
heard. He blew it fer me one day when we 
were some miles from the rest of the gang 
and then and there the two of us in a devil- 
ish moment planned our little game. We 
tuck one other guide in pardnership with us, 
little Canadian Joe, and the next night when 
we were all cuddled up close to the fire and 
blazin' away as usual, Joe and the feller 
with the whistle got up and started to the 

spring fer drinkin' water. Now, there was 
a guy named Billy in the party, and begosh 
I think he was afraid of his own shadow, 
and he bein' skinny dis shadow wasn't 
much, even at high noon. ' What would ye 
say if I told you that I seen panther tracks 
off in the woods to-day,' says I — and Billy's 
eyes opened as wide as saucers, till I was 
almost sorry I spoke. " 

Here Harlow paused, relit his pipe, looked 
around to satisfy himself that we were all 
interested, and then went on: 

"Now, one guide, as you know, will 
seldom contradict another, and some of the 
down- river guides probably really believed 
the story and I'm blame sure most of the 



sportsmen did. They shifted around a bit 
uneasily and I left 'em shift before I went on, 
and Billy all the time was getting as nervous 
as a cat. I had just made the remark that 
the gentlemen who had gone down-hill 
for spring water were surely taking a long 
time, when an awful wail and scream 
pierced a hole in the still night (if ye'll par- 
don my poetical thought) and the men could 
feel their hair stand on end, while the goose- 
flesh came and went on their faces and 
necks, and then poor little Joe, pale as ashes 
and tremblin' so that he almost fooled me, 
and me in cahoots with 'im, came runnin' 
into camp and, sinkin' in a heap on the 
ground, cried out, ' Good Lord, boys, that 
awful thing howled in my ear and I saw two 
big, shining eyes in the middle of a bush ! 
What in h — 1 can it be?' Then up spoke 
Pierre, the halfbreed: 'By dam, he soun' 
jes' like painter I hear 'leven, twel' year 
'go; he keel mon pere's sheep; I no lak dese 
painter.' Well, boys, they were purty well 
shaken up, but nobody was for makin' a 
move. Then again through the dense woods 
the ghostly wail sounded, and if you'd a 
been there you'd have seen your Uncle 
Harlow doin' frantic stunts to get his hands 
on a gun. Oh, I tell you it was gettin' to 
look like the real thing all right. The crowd 
was soon lined up with their guns in front of 
the now dying fire, and somebody asked for 
Billy. He was nowhere to be seen. Prom 
the direction of his little white tent we soon 
heard groans, and going over I asked him to 
be brave and come out. 'No, no!' he 
cried, holding his tent-flaps tight together. 
'Let me alone!' So I left him, and as I 
turned to go to the fire I saw for the first 
time since the scare my sport with the 
whistle. He was in the act of lighting his 
pipe, and by the glare of the spark in his 
hand his features was a study for an artist, 
sure enough. How he kept from laughin' 
as he stood there in the midst of that gang, 
I'm never goin' to tell you. 

"Well, to make this story short, in a-half 
hour we were in our tents. In the dead of 
night a pair of boots that had been hanging 
by a string over our table fell with a crash 
and knocked a lot of cans and truck on the 
ground. We were out in a jiffy and by the 
light of the moon I saw Billy's tent almost 
pulled down, as the poor boy dashed out 

and, with the canvas all tangled around his 
feet, fell all over himself, cryin' out like he 
was murdered. We managed, after a while, 
to calm the boy and order came to the camp, 
but nary a one but Joe, the whistler and 
your humble servant would enter his tent 
that night." 

So did Ed Harlow get the palm for a 
story-teller on that trip, and well, indeed, 
did he deserve it, since, as we afterwards 
verified, the incident as related by him 
actually occurred. 

Before I leave this merry party of guides 
and sportsmen, let me pay a tribute to Joe. 
With him as a guide I spent four happy 
weeks, not many autumns ago, and if a 
guide ever worked hard to please a sports- 
man on a trip and deserves the credit I hold 
the guide does deserve, Joe surely stands in 
the front rank. I had many a laugh as I 
watched him every other day changing my 
bed of balsam boughs, with care and preci- 
sion, saying that chaps from the city were 
used to downy beds and he didn't intend to 
have me go back home and kick about my 
couch in the woods. Every morning before 
breakfast he would climb to the top of a 
tree that stood on the bank of a stream near 
camp and "look the situation over" as he 
termed it. One day he spied a fine buck 
deer drinking at a bend in the stream not 
fifty yards away, and in his anxiety and 
excitement to let me know he nearly fell 
from his high perch to the ground. Added 
to his many good qualities was his work as 
a canoeman. He could make good time in 
all kinds of wind and weather with paddle 
or pole, and, in fact, with possibly one ex- 
ception, he was as expert a man on the water 
as I've ever known or heard of. 

This exception brings me to Ed Grant, 
who guides in the woods around Rangeley. 
I've never met Grant, but I have the story 
of his canoemanship from one w T ho paddled 
in the same boat with him for many days. 
It was at noon one day that Grant and his 
sportsman had stopped to cook a little 
lunch on the bank of a stream when some 
flattering remarks were made to the guide 
anent his skill with the feathery blade. 
"Well, I'm not a bad hand a-paddlin'," 
Grant replied, "but there was a crowd I 
had out in the woods a few years ago that 
thought to give me learnin'. I taught 'em a 



thing or two before I got through with 'em, 
and if it won't tire ye too much to listen 
while the tea there is boilin', I'll tell ye how 
I licked the boys from Harvard. These fel- 
lers got to tellin' us guides how they rowed 
on the Harvard crew (I sometimes think 
they never set foot in a Harvard boat) and 
how the guides didn't know the devil of a 
lot about a rowboat or a canoe. I got a bit 
warm around the collar of my flannel shirt 
but I held my tongue in my teeth so I 
couldn't answer. Next day I proposed a 
race. There was four to be in the race, for 
we had only four boats, so three of the 
sports and mesel' were the contestants. 
There was a straight stretch of water for 
about a mile that ended by our camp, and 

this was the scene of the triumph of an old 
hecker of a woodsman over three dandy 
sports from town. I lifted her fair that day, 
for my ire was up and the way that canoe 
leaped and all but flew along the surface of 
the stream can't be explained in my lan- 
guage. Before I had gone 200 yards the 
water had gotten so hot under me that it 
burnt a couple of holes in the bottom of the 
canoe. I looked back, but I couldn't see the 
boys on account of the steam I'd created 
along the quiet racecourse. My paddle 
itself was on fire by this time; three trout 
came up through the holes in the canoe and 
were soon boiled in the hot water. The 
edges of the boat were beginning to burn, 
but on I went like greased lightnin', so fast 




only a couple o' quarts o' water leaked in, 
and never letting up an instant, and when I 
finally pulled in at the home-stretch things 
were hot, things were hot, I can tell ye! It 
took three of us to put the fire out on the 
canoe and then we sat down and were 
quietly eating my trout when the three 
champeen oarsmen came puffin' past the 

I did not hear Grant tell this tale and 
simply relate it as it was told to me, but I'd 
be willing to wager that for all-around high- 
class imagination he is hard to beat. It 
must have been a relative of Grant's that 
told me a fish story one day while we sat 
listening for an answer to a moose-call. He 
waxed enthusiastic as he told me in a whis- 
per, for we were keeping very still, that a 
trout had actually flopped into his canoe one 
day as he sat fishing. When he went to 
clean his catch this particular one danced 
and jumped around so that he let it alone, 
and for gratitude it actually came with him 
back to his tent. Next morning it was still 
alive and followed him as he went about his 
chores. For several days it was his boon 
companion, until one fatal morning, as he 
was crossing a log bridge, the trout, doing its 
fish two-step after him, unfortunately 
slipped between a crack in the logs and was 
drowned in the water below. Poor trout ! 

I have noticed that while it does a guide's 
heart good to have an attentive listener to 
his tales, he is equally enthusiastic when 
stories are told or read to him. Last fall I 
took a few light novels into Canada with me 
and when we happened to get back to our 
main camp (a lumberman's log hut) for the 
night, I had to read until my eyes were tired 
to an enthusiastic woodsman and a jolly old 
cook. Often did I envy them their appre- 
ciation of what seems trivial to a great many 
of us. One night I particularly recall we 
were sitting at a table and I read by the light 
of a little oil lamp. The two men sat oppo- 
site me and could I sense the wide-eyed 
expression on their faces as I came to an 
exciting part of my story. They were so 
worked up that the guide, when the climax 
in the tale was reached, clapped his hand 
so hard on the table that the lamp fell over, 
and, fortunately, went right out; a lot of 
cooking utensils toppled to the ground and 
rattled like a young earthquake, while the 

cook, who was equally worked up, gave a 
yell as he fell from the bench to the floor. 
Order restored, the lamp relit, I had to 
on with my reading. It was this same guide, 
Jim Manderville, who with a bad attack of 
rheumatism, superinduced by the rainy 
weather we had on the trip, tramped the 
woods with me for two Jong weeks on a 
moose hunt, saying, when I sometimes sug- 
gested that we were working too hard, that 
he'd drop in his tracks before he'd let m< 
back without getting a crack at a bull 
moose. " Ye've treated me white, Jim," he 
said to me, " and I'll find ye a moose." And 
he did. 

If there was one game that Manderville 
doted on it was " pedro." I had brought a 
pack of playing-cards with me, and many a 
bitter struggle did we have when four of us 
got together (which didn't happen often) 
around the lunch hour. Puffing away at 
our pipes we would play for a couple of 
hours, and looking back on it now I think 
the guides were oftener winners than loser-. 
How they used to chuckle over their victo- 
ries and how keenly they felt their defeats. 

Other tales could I tell, other anecdotes 
narrate of guides with whom I have per- 
sonally come in contact, but I have told 
enough for myself. I shall quote a few 
incidents, however, gathered from outside 
sources, from older and more experienced 
men than I. 

Dr. Wm. E. Hughes, whose tales, told 
me a few years ago, gave me the thirst and 
longing for woodland life that I have since 
been able to gratify, has had many an ex- 
perience with guides, and his views agree 
with mine that too little credit is given the 
guide for his services with a sportsman. 
The Doctor has told me of Jocko Tecon- 
nais, Walter Ferris and Louis Souci, who 
hail from the Temagami district in Ontario. 
For out and out woodcraft these three guides 
are doubtless without peers. One evening 
the paity was seated around the fire chatting 
when Jocko quietly got up and walked a 
few paces into the woods and stood silent 
and serious. Walter got up soon after and 
joined him, while Hughes and the others sat 
and watched the two guides standing still 
and pensive underneath the trees in the 
light of a golden moon. "He's off now," 
said Jocko at last. "Yes," answered 


Walter, "down by the lakeJHl reckon by 
this time." 

" What did you hear, W'alter?" asked the 

"Big moose," answered the halfbreed; 
"didn't ye hear him?" 

"Not a sound." 

"Well," chimed in Jocko, "he crossed 
the ridge off yonder a few minutes ago." 

"Bull?" asked the Doctor. 

"Bull," answered Jocko. 

Next day, Dr. Hughes tells me, to satisfy 

himself, he walked over to the ridge and 
sure enough there were the tracks freshly 
made of a big bull moose. 

Another time W r alter and the Doctor 
were canoeing out on the stream when 
they spied a fox running down a hill some 
distance in from shore but which could be 
plainly seen between two rocky promon- 
tories that reached down to the bank. 
"Sit right still," said Walter, "and ye'll 
see that fellow in a minute come right out 
by the point there," indicating one of the 

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promontories mentioned. Sure enough, in 
a short time the fox came rushing right 
past the spot Walter had mentioned. See- 
ing the canoe and its occupants, he changed 
his course and skipped off into the forest. 
Walter watched a second, and then taking 
the paddle, quietly brought the canoe a 
couple of hundred yards down stream. 
Then he stopped and pointed at an opening 
in the woods: 

"Ye'll see him pass there in aTminute, 
Doctor, if he ain't gone already." In less 
than thirty seconds the fox appeared 
among the trees, sauntering leisurely in 
total ignorance that human beings were 
so near. 

Thomas Martindale, who I verily believe 
would rather roam the woods than eat, 
laughs heartily over a French-Canadian 
cook he had in Maine last summer. He had 
been calling moose at the lower end of a 
lake on a moonlight night until eleven 
o'clock and one of his fellow sportsmen was 
at the opposite end, calling also. The 
tents were pitched about half-way up the 
lake, close to the water, and here the cook 
was busy with his pots and pans while the 
hunters were away. Getting no answer, 
Mr. Martindale and his guide began to 
paddle slowly back. When near the camp, 
a great commotion reached their ears. 
Not many yards away a moose plunged 

into the stream and started to swim acre 
The cook, somewhere in the darkness of 
the trees, was shouting : 

"Sacre, mon dieu, you d — n fool! I no 
mak ze call!" 

The poor fellow had little breath left in 
him when the sportsman and his guide 
asked him to get into the canoe that they 
might paddle him to camp. On the way 
he told them his tale of woe: 

1 'You see, ze man at ze top of ze lake he 
keep making call and you keep making call, 
and ze beeg moose he grunt and run around 
crazy like, and not know where to go, so 
he rush right into camp and, I no lie Mr. 
Martindale, he snort fire out of his nose 
and stamp around and it scare me so I 
could not run, so I throw up my hands 
and curse to him. And then he came at 
me and I manage to run down to ze bank 
where you just see him plunge into ze 
water, and I thought for sure my last day 
was come. I so glad you kill him, Mon- 
sieur, for he was a wicked fellow with fire 
in ze eye and in ze nose." 

This same sportsman, Martindale, tells 
me a queer tale told him by an Indian guide 
he had canoeing with him on the Peribonca 
some years ago. It was w r ell on in the fall, 
a snowstorm was coming on and they de- 
termined to stop "on their journey about 4 
o'clock in the afternoon and make camp 



against the oncoming storm. After their 
light supper, as they sat in the shelter and 
watched the fire outside raging away 
in defiance of the wind and snow, the Indian 
began : 

"Dis is familiar place to Charley, he 
know dis place well." 

"How is that?" inquired Martindale. 

"Well, sir, you see dat stream yonder, 
and you see dat bank we come up to-day. 
and you see dat spot off there, other side 
of fire? There I kill big moose two year 
ago when ice in river and snow on ground 
and nearly get kill myseP. With my fren' 
I land on this spot one evenin' and while 
he go off to find good camp-groun' I stay 
and call for moose. Big moose he soon 
come up yonder and I shoot and hit him 
bad. He come at me and strike me in leg, 
cut big gash above knee and then roll over 
dead. I near dead, too, when my fren' 
come back, but he go and take fishing-rod 
and some meat for bait. He make bier 
hole in ice and put down line and very soon 
he catch big ouananiche. He open up 
ouananiche and lay him flat over cut on 
leg and tie it up. Then he skin moose and 
wrap me up warm and take me back to the 
town. I get well in spring and now all 
right once more." 

Mr. Martindale tells me he found Charley 
always a lover of truth and believes the 
story as he told it. He himself saw the big 

scar on his leg where the moose's hoof had 
struck him. 

My old friend "Doc" Moore has more 
friends among the guides in certain parts 
of Maine and Canada than any one I know 
and I shall use one of his stories to conclude 
this collection. In Newfoundland, a couple 
of years ago, the Doctor had a sportsman 
friend with him who had not had 
much experience with a gun. "Nick" 
Neill was guide for the green hunter and 
one day when they were screened from 
view on the barrens a fine bull caribou 
passed some yards in front. 

The sportsman fired, but his bullet went 
high — anothershot and he tore away a front 
leg, a third shot and the caribou was minus 
a hind leg, and then Nick shouted: "Hit 
another leg, feller, and you've got him sure." 

"Did you shoot?" inquired the sports- 
man, when at last the caribou was down. 
Witness now the easy magnanimity of this 
son of the bush, and above all his high- 
power imagination: 

"I saw you was shootin' sort o' fore an' 
aft, so I just cross-fir.ed you at the proper 
p'int so the tw T o bullets come together 
gentle, an' my old .45 caromed right into 
the corner pocket. I'm a perfeshional pool 
player durin' closed season, I am. But it 
was your nickel-jacketed bullet done the 
business; for if it hadn't been on time to 
the exact instant, my old lead slug would 
still be goin'I" 


Nova Scotia from a Canoe 


made the land of Nova 
Scotia immortal. His 
beautiful epic has so 
impressed itself on our 
minds that we do not 
think of this country as 
a province of the British 
crown, but as the land 
of Evangeline, that dim, 
sad country whence the 
peaceful Acadians were 
so cruelly driven by order of the English 
king. We wonder at the barbarity of the 
people who broke up such ideal homes and 
settlements as those must surely have been. 
And again we wonder strangely at the sub- 
stitution of the harsh-sounding name, 
Nova Scotia, for Acadia, beautiful, eu- 
phonious, poetic, exemplifying in its syllables 
all that is happy, contented and peaceful. 
Indeed, the very change in names brings 
before our minds the .character of the whole 

Although since our trip through Nova 
Scotia my companion and I have felt much 
sympathy for the Acadian exiles, it must be 
confessed that we started for that place with 
no poetic or romantic thoughts of any kind 
in our: heads. . Our main idea was to live in 
the open air, to fish a little, to shoot a little, 
-to eat a great deal, and to return home 
"much benefited by the change," as the 
railroad circulars say. We had seen our 
guide, Laurie Mitchell, of Maitland, and 
talked the matter over with him before 
deciding' to visit this particular country. 
He had assured us of a good time, without 
too heavy a drain on our purses, so that, 
although we .possessed little definite infor- 
mation concerning the nature of the country, 
we were not altogether "going it blind." 

Arrived, at Maitland, a village of four or 
five houses, with the aid of Mitchell we 
packed our camping accessories in two bags, 
leaving the rest in the keeping of. the Fords, 

the guide's friends and proprietors of our 
headquarters. That done, our next job con- 
sisted in the lashing of a brand new canoe 
and our our various impedimenta on a large 
farm wagon. By nine o'clock on the morning 
after our arrival we were off, with the 
adieus of the good country folk ringing in 
our ears. 

After a tramp of four miles we came to 
the spot where we were to launch the canoe. 
Our original intention had been to cruise 
along the Liverpool River, through the 
chain of lakes, to Liverpool. A long 
drought, however, had dried up the streams 
to such an extent that this was out of the 
question, so we decided to follow the river 
as far as Lake Rossignol, where we would 
strive for the mouth of the Shelburne 
(emptying into Rossignol) and follow it up 
to its source. Here we expected to get fairly 
good fishing. 

Down the stream we glided, until we 
stopped to allow Mitchell to greet an old 
acquaintance of his who was casting from 
a rowboat, drifting along with the current. 
That over, we again faced down stream, and 
in a quarter of an hour emerged into Fairy 
Lake. Thence we set out in real earnest 
across the lake, heading for the mouth of 
the Liverpool River. It is impossible to see 
the full extent of Fairy Lake, on account of 
the numerous small islands in it. On the 
shores grow small scrub cedars, pines and 
hemlocks, with an occasional maple thrown 

On the other side of this uninteresting 
lake we entered the mouth of the Liverpool 
River. Dragging the canoe over an eel- weir 
(or eel-wire, as Nova Scotians call it) built 
many years ago by the Indians, -we were 
fairly started on the river part of our 
journey. The scenery here became beauti- 
ful. Tall, stately pines . and hemlocks 
fringed the curving banks. The intense 
quiet of the forest pervaded everything 
Now and then we would come to rapids 



made difficult to run by the great weight in 
our boat and the shallowness of the water. 

We paddled steadily for about seven 
miles, stopping only for lunch, our progress 
being necessarily slow, on account of the 
numerous rapids we encountered. At six 
o'clock Mitchell landed us above.Loon Lake 
Falls, where the rapids are long and swift. 
Just at the foot of the falls we unloaded 
everything, pitched our tent and Vithj-od 
and reel made ready for an hour's fishing. 
It was about six o'clock when we paddled 
out to some rocks just at the foot of the falls 
and, landing, proceeded to cast. We had 
good sport, the trout rising frequently. 
Several of our catch were of considerable 
size, the largest weighing two and one-half 

A night of loveliness had succeeded the 
misty day. The August full moon was high 
and, looking up the river over the falls, the 
scene presented was one of rare beauty. 
Just below our camp Loon Lake lay, wild 
and mystic in the yellow light. We retired 
early to the camp, where we threw a couple 
of logs on the fire and crawled into com- 
fortable sleeping-bags. The ever-changing 
cry of the loons and the calls of the wild 
night-birds lulled us into a peaceful sleep. 

Next morning we were up betimes, and, 
after a leisurely and substantial breakfast, 
broke camp, loaded our canoe and set out 
for Lake Rossignol. The river ran swiftly 
and, had it not been for the low water, we 
would have had very little work to do before 
reaching the lake. 

Lake Rossignol (whose beautiful name 
is one of the few indications left of the 
former presence of the French in Nova 
Scotia) is similar in appearance to Fairy 
Lake. It is about fifteen miles in length and 
from five to eight miles in breadth. It is 
studded with numerous small islands and 
surrounded by rocky shores, and in addition 
is apt to be extremely rough, as we found in 
our five-mile passage across its upper end. 
We lunched hastily on a rocky point — 
hastily because Mitchell was not sure of the 
whereabouts of the mouth of the Shelburne 
River, which was that afternoon's goal. 

Arrived on the other side of. the lake, it did 
not take us long to locate the. Shelburne. 
We paddled up-stream a short distance and 
pitched our tent, as usual, in a previously 

occupied spot. That evening Mitchell, 
having stripped some birch trees, made a 
bark megaphone, and with it treated us to 
some bellowing sounds, which he assured 
us were correct imitations of the cow-mc 
We did not contradict him. 

Next morning, after about an hour 01 
steady paddling up the Shelburne, we were 
compelled to " carry" for the first time. 
This wasjndeed a slow and arduous task, 
there being such a great quantity of baggage 
to transport in addition to the canoe. From 
woods the prospect now changed to mead- 
ows. Hay-stacks of spring grass lent a 
homelike appearance to the scene. With 
these before us it was hard to realize that we 
were forty or fifty miles away from human 

The Shelburne is a most beautiful stream, 
flowing through the wildest kind of country. 
The woods on either side of it give every 
indication of extreme age. The axe of the 
woodman has never touched this part of the 
forest, although there are numerous lumber 
camps in other sections of the country and a 
bridge built by lumbermen crosses the river 
a few miles below Sand Lake. At last, I 
thought, we are in the midst of "the forest 

Just where the river begins to broaden out 
as it leaves the lake is a small brook, up 
which Mitchell steered the canoe for about 
a-quarter of a mile. We landed in a minia- 
ture cove and we carried our tent, camping 
bags, etc., up to a spot in the woods about 
two hundred yards from the landing place. 
This was to be our headquarters for several 
days, so we beached the canoe and carried 
everything to our new "home." Urged on 
by our appetites, it did not take us long to 
pitch the tent, build a fire and cook supper. 
We had not yet disposed of the trout killed 
at Loon Lake Falls and now enjoyed them. 

The moon was high when we were ready 
to turn in, and the night still as death. 
Mitchell "called" from back of the tent just 
before we turned in. In the morning we 
found unmistakable evidence that a small 
bull moose had walked almost through our 
fire, as we lay sleeping. . After breakfast we 
set out for trout. We had rare sport, for in 
less than an hour we had landed consider- 
ably more than we could eat, and we threw 
the last three or four back into the water 



after conquering them. The fish, as a rule, 

were not big, few of them tipping the scales 

at more than a pound and a-half. They 

were good fighters, however, and afforded 

jts of amusement. In one spot several 

at would rise at every cast on the instant 

.ie flies touched the water. 

On the fourth day of our stay at Sand 
Lake we paddled to a point of land at the 
upper end of the lake, and that night slept 
out under the stars. 

The next day, with a view to exploration, 
we carried to Tupper Lake, paddled across, 
carried again and launched the canoe in Big 
Tobeatic Lake, which we also crossed. A 
short distance from where we landed is 
Little Tobeatic Lake. No islands dot the 
surface of Tupper Lake, but Big Tobeatic 
possesses the usual Nova Scotian proportion 
of these. Between the two a log flume runs 
alongside the stream connecting them. 
We caught a few fish (or, as Mitchell would 
have us say, killed some trout), cracked 
away at the elusive loons and reached 
"home" late in the afternoon. Wednesday 
morning we struck camp and started for 
Maitland over the same route by which we 
had come. About ten miles down the Shel- 
burne we camped on a convenient meadow, 
despoiling a hay-stack to make ourselves an 
unwontedly luxurious bed. Here we caught 
the first glimpse of a human being we had 
seen since crossing Lake Rossignol, a week 
before. He was one of a party of hay-cut- 
ters and told us that moose and bear had 
been seen near where we had been, but a 
short time ago. Next day we hastened on 
down the river, stopping once to borrow 
pitch for canoe repairs from a couple of 
Nova Scotians who were on their way up 
stream for a month's hunting.. No con- 
trary wind or rough water retarded us this 
time on our passage across Rossignol. My 
companion and Mitchell dragged the canoe 
up the Liverpool River, against a stiff cur- 
rent for seven miles. Paddling was out of 
the question. So one man took the bow and 
the other the stern and together they pushed 
and hauled. It was abominably hard work, 
particularly as their only foothold was the 
slippery rocks of the bottom of the river. I 
had landed a short distance above the lake 

to chase up a flock of ducks which swam, 
out of a small cove just after we passed. 
When I rejoined them, having given up the 
chase after the ducks, they had passed over 
the worst of it and had reached water where 
it was possible to make some progress by 
paddling. A little farther up we encoun- 
tered more ducks, one of which my friend 
brought down by a good shot. That it was 
only slightly hurt, however, was proved by 
its wonderful exhibition of diving. We 
chased it for half an hour, pumping away 
with the little rifle in vain. It had some 
narrow escapes, but as a rule was very much 
too quick or too wary for us. We finally 
gave it up and repaired to Loon Lake Falls, 
where we camped for the night in the same 
place we had occupied on our first night out. 

Next morning the first rain we had seen 
in Nova Scotia set in. We fished all morn- 
ing in spite of the downpour. At noon we 
proceeded on our journey up the river. 
It did not take us long to cross Fairy Lake 
and reach our original starting-point, where 
the son of "Dolph" Ford patiently awaited 
us with a horse and wagon. We used up the 
last of our rifle cartridges on a crane who, 
standing at a distance of about 160 yards, 
refused to budge, in spite of shots on all 
sides of him. We were firmly convinced 
that he was full of lead, so to speak, when 
he arose unconcernedly and flapped heavily 

So ended this rather bloodless but most 
enjoyable trip. During the course of our 
ioo-mile journey (50 miles each way) we 
had killed fish by the score, but no bird 
or beast had fallen a prey to our .22 calibre 
bullets. We had wounded a mink, swim- 
ming in Tupper Lake, and one duck, but 
both had escaped. 

Though our luck in seeing big game, 
which we were not after, however, had not 
been the best, we carried many pleasant 
memories back with us. The great North 
Country has many charms for the sports- 
man, and of these we had tasted most abun- 
dantly. The invigorating out-of-doors life 
repaid us for all the trouble and expense it 
cost, and we have some tall fishing stories of 
"when I went to Nova Scotia" to relate 
when occasion affords as the Years roll bv. 


Or Patience Rewarded 


WAY up on the Georgian 
Bay-Ottawa Divide, in 
His Majesty's Common- 
wealth of On-tario, 
Providence has made 
it possible for Salmo 
jontinalis to flourish and 
grow strong and exceed- 
ing thick through the back, and the Pro- 
vincial Government, 
being of a mind with 
Providence and all true 
men, has set apart one 
million acres there, with 
the waters contained 
thereby, as a fish and 
game preserve and res- 
ervoir for the rains, that 
these glorious fish may 
continue to propagate 
and multiply and gradu- 
ally migrate to where 
the sons of men with 
little money can get at 

Dick, the homespun 
gentleman of the woods, 
it was who introduced 
us to the forest-hidden 
lake in the hills, five 
portages in from the 
main route ; told us 
after two years' acquaint- 
ance, on our third trip, 
by which we judged he 
had slowly come to ap- 
prove of us and return 
in some measure the 
love for him we bore. 

"It was before the 
road was put through," 
explained Dick. "I 
found it, following a 
deer track on my snow- 
shoes. The G i 1 m o u r 

We'll call it five and a-half" 

people had a camp in there one winter, 
years before that, getting out square timber, 
but nobody has done anything there since." 
We listened breathless. 
"It is a fine lake," said Dick. "There's 
a lot o' green timber standing yet, and the 
pine is always a fine sight." 

He whittled a toothpick carefully out of a 
match. " Nobody ever fished in there but 
me," he added, simply. 

We rose from beds on 
the balsam brush, and 
in a glow of kindliest 
feeling seized him by his 
paddle-calloused hand. 

"Are there any trout 
in the lake?" demanded 
we, staring him solemnly 
in the eye. 

"Oh, yes," said Dick, 
the taciturn, strangely 
unmoved. " The lake is 
full of them." 

"Big ones?" 

Dick put just a little 
nicer hair point on his 
toothpick before he re- 
plied. When he did his 
voice betrayed not the 
slightest sign of mental 
strain or emotion. 

" There ain't a small 
trout in the lake," said 
he. "If there is I never 
caught one." 

" Now, look here, Dick, 
no trifling with a serious 
subject; how heavy do 
they run?" 

"Three and a-half to 
five pounds," said Dick, 
placidly. We relapsed 
upon the blankets again, 
weakly aghast. 

Down in old Vermont 

fished the Whisky Jack Rapids 



and in the State of New York they fish the 
little brooks with light fly-rods and when 
they land a one-pound trout they get out 
on the bank and dance in their long wad- 
ing-boots and shout for joy. 

So Sam in evangelistical spirit had seated 
himself down and written to his benighted 
brother in the United States of America. 
"Come up into Canada and catch some 
grown fish," said he, "and bring your bass 
tip, in case anything happens." 

George came, 750 miles by rail, and quite 
prepared to go as far again by canoe, if 
necessary. Trout was the only condition 
insisted upon. 

We had fished the Devil's Dam and 
the Whisky Jack Rapids and caught trout, 
plenty of them, small pan -fry trout and 
trout you must cut into steaks to cook, and 
for two days we had fed on trout and boiled 
potatoes and Dutch-oven bread and maple 
syrup until we could look down and see the 
fat puffing our cheeks up under the eyes. 
Also, we felt sufficiently strong to essay the 
Long Portage, all the more so inasmuch as 
we had good old Dick and his broad- 
backed brother in the checked shirt to carry 
the canoes. 

"Will you take us over to see this little 
wilderness virgin, Dick?" said we, our 
voices trembling a little with anxiety and 

"I will if you do the square thing," said 

"What's that?" demanded we. 

"Keep it to yourselves," said he. 

"Dick," we cried, "it's too easy. What's 
the name of the lake?" 

"It has no name," said Dick, "and it's 
not on the map, either." 

"All the better," said we. "May it never 
get there." 

The night descended, the old familiar 
picture that we loved, the blue smoke, white 
canvas, mysterious forest shadows and the 
ruddy flare of the fire. 

We slept again on balsam brush, with our 
cheeks pressed against the cool canvas of 
our dunnage-bags. At daylight came the 
call, "Breakfas', breakfas'," and we were 
up, and by sunrise away. 

We crossed the portage without a halt. 
Dark avenues of spruce; clumps of clean 
needle-carpeted pine woods, cool-shadowed 

and whispering; patches of brule and the 
open sky; then a muskeg with the old cor- 
duroy rotted out and greasy poles here and 
there to save one from the morass; up-hill 
into the hardwood high and dry, and then, 
finally, the silent gray glint of the lake 
through the leaves and tree trunks in the 
hollow beyond. 

"That it, Dick?" 

"That's her," said Dick. 

The canoes were put down at the mossy 
landing and we mopped our brows. 

The open water, leaden and calm, re- 
flected the low roof of the overcast sky. A 
loon, well out from the shore, laughed away 
high in the treble, every note clear and 
smooth as a God-gifted soprano's, and the 
silence threw them back from the hills, one 
by one, clear, unbroken as they went. 

"Are there are trout in this lake, Dick?" 
we asked, for the mere joy of hearing. 

"We'll find out before we're much older," 
said Dick. He unslung his paddle from 
the thwart-strings and we got afloat. 

Down fifty feet in the clear depths I could 
see the boulders, slowly sailing by beneath 
the canoe, which floated, it almost seemed, 
in air, scarcely a ripple marking the line on 
the surface. 

"Well, boys, here goes for a big one," 
said Sam, as he swept by in the other canoe. 

The sinker took the little chub down into 
the darkness. With paddles barely work- 
ing, the canoes drifted along, close to the 
tops of the overhanging cedars on the steep, 
rocky shore. I had now unlimbered my 
rod also. We circled the horseshoe curve of 
the bay and crept half-way up the western 
slant without a strike. 

"We've got to find a school," said Dick, 
sucking his pipe, "though what old- 
fashioned trout want to keep school for at 
their time of life, I don't know." 

The other canoe was several lengths 
ahead, with Sam and George trolling, a 
rod out each side. 

Suddenly across the calm I heard the 
sharp click of a reel, the bump of wood on 
the gun'l' and an exclamation in the twang 
of "little old New York." 


Dick, in my canoe, chuckled in his pipe- 

George's rod was dancing, like a bulrush 



in a gale, and the reel singing in semi-demi- 
semi-quavers. Every little while I heard 
a fighting exclamation, "Go it, old boy, 
go it. You're all right. Go it, this rod's 
insured. That's it, strain this old tip of 
mine. I need a new tip, anyway. Got a 
little line, that time — gee whiz, here, where 
in Sam Hill are you going? Holy Mike, did 
you see him?" 

The fish had jumped, a beautiful pink- 
speckled, square-tailed, brook trout, and a 
foot and a-half long ! 

"Did you see him jump?" I fairly 
shouted to Dick. 

"Yes, I seen him," said Dick. Then, 
after a careless pause, "We'll get bigger 
ones than that, though." 

"No, sir," I answered, vehemently. 
"No, Dick, don't say that. It's been a very 
nice illusion so far, and by chance a miracle 
has been wrought, but let it go at that. I — 
gad, Sam's got one, too! They'll have a 
great mix-up there in a minute. Hello, I'm 
caught. Dick, back up." 

The line was running out until the reel 
was fairly hot before Dick got the canoe 

And it still ran out. 

"Byjove, it's a fish!" 

Dick laid his paddle across the gun'l's 
and pressed the ashes down in his pipe with 
his hardened thumb. 

"That's what it is," he answered, sen- 

The staunch bait tip was springing, buck- 

paddle," reassured Dick. "But play with 
him and he'll stay round." 

I don't know how long it took to land that 
trout. He was the first of a triumphal 
series and it seemed a long time, half an 
hour or half a day, maybe. The ot) 
averaged five minutes, and ran just as big 
or bigger, but the first struggle — well, it 
seemed longer. 

And when, after heart-rending failures, 
the net was behind him and I let him slip 
back into it, what a "beaut" of a trout he 
was; black-backed, dark red flanked, glis- 
tening wet, thick through as a ham, wide 
as the blade of a paddle and nearly as 

How the canoe shook as Dick held him 
out in front of him, 'his whole body swaying 
as the fierce fish doubled and struggled in a 
net that was knit for fingerlings and was all 
too small for trout. 

"He'll go over five pounds, that fellow," 
said Dick. 

"We'll call it five and a-half," said I, 
magnanimously. "Are you fellows ready to 
go ashore for lunch?" 

"Not on your life," roared Sam. He'd 
hooked another. 

We had a pretty kettle of fish to carry 
across that portage. I think I'd sooner have 
carried thexanoe. 

"How can I ever get down to domestic 
fishin' again," wailed George. 

"Boy, you came perilously near to 'seeing 
red' to-day," grunted his gentle brother, 

ing, dipping, fairly diving, the reel rattling "and it's scenery for yours for awhile, and 

like a telegraph office. take your murderous mind off of fishing." 

" I've only got ioo feet of line," I moaned. For morality applies even to wilderness 

"Well, I'll give you some slack with the trout. 


De fields will soon be ready fo' de reapah; let 'em reap, 

I'd ruddah be a-loafin' whah de coolin' shaddahs creep, 

On de green banks ob de ribbah, jes' a takin' ob my ease, 

A jolly little bruddah to de blossoms an' de breeze. 

Wa'n't nebbah fond o' reapin', ruddah hear de reapahs sing, 

From across the woods an' meddahs, whar de honeysuckle swing; 

It jes' seems kind o' natural fo' me to take my ease, 

Fo' I was bo'n a bruddah to de blossoms an' de breeze. 

— /. H. Rockwell. 


How to Get One and Enjoy Its Benefits 

HE movement to 
preserve our forests 
in their primitive 
state is spreading 
everywhere. Be- 
sides the passage of 
favorable laws by 
the different legis- 
latures, the idea 
has been utilized 
in the building of 
vast private estates 
and in the forma- 
tion of park asso- 
ciations. The lat- 
ter are especially to be commended and 
encouraged, since at the same time they 

afford the opportunity, at comparatively 
small cost, for the nature lover to possess 
the "home" in the forest he has dreamed 
about so long. 

Why should the man of moderate means 
not be a joint owner of part of the great 
forest ? Wild land is still comparatively 
cheap and there is plenty of choice, though 
it is rapidly being secured for the preserves, 
especially in the Catskill and Adirondack 
regions. A club of congenial fellows with a 
few hundred dollars each could buy a good 
many acres, with streams and forests, build 
the desired number of cabins, a few rough 
bridges, and cut roads to facilitate getting 
about from camp to camp, and in that way 
enjoy their vacations and week-ends, per- 

streams of glass-clear; i'ceii-Qo]^ wafer 





haps, with the comforting knowledge that A good example is furnished by Witten- 

they were safe from the encroachment of berg Park, in the Catskills — a piece of 

civilization for some time, and altogether forest land that was bought by a sportsman 

independent of the preserve owner. With who came across it in his wanderings and is 

In Ketcham's Hollow 

proper management, a considerable num- 
ber of members could get the benefit of out- 
door life without getting in each other's 
way in the least; in fact, with good judg- 
ment in all details, a greater number of in- 
dividuals could probably benefit from the 
land in this way than in any other. 

being improved to the extent of having roads 
built through it, its streams bridged and 
lodges built. The place is now the property 
of the Wittenberg Club, which was incor- 
porated a little more than a year ago; its 
members each pay a comparatively small 
sum for the privileges of the park and the 



expense of the improvements. The princi- 
pal "camp" is called Moonhaw Lodge, and 
is built on the site of the lodge of the chief 
of the Moonhaw Indians, who were the 
owners of the country in years gone by. 

tion of the lodges, bridges and rough road-, 
is left exactly as the lumbermen left it yt 
ago when they stripped it of its hemlock. 
And through the forest run streams of gla 
clear, ice-cold water, the very sight of which 

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'faint babbling over stones in strangely, softly tangled tones" 

All the building materials used, with the 
exception of cement and nails, are obtained 
on the spot, and the work is all done by 
natives. The bridges are made of cobble- 
stone, in the building of which the workers 
are remarkably skilful; the cobblestones 
are picked up in the bed of the stream and 
the bluestone, which is also used, is found 
near-by. It requires from four to six weeks 
to build a lodge, at a cost of about $6oo. 

The Wittenberg Club land is of the 
wildest in the Catskills and, with the excep- 

would cause the eves of the fisherman — he 
who knows the haunts of the speckled trout 
— to brighten; and w r ith reason, for in the 
two miles of streams tributary to the Esopus 
Creek that meander through Wittenberg 
Park and tumble noisily over the rocks in 
innumerable little cascades lurk many 
members of the brook trout tribe — the 
genuine Salmo jontinalis, with their char- 
acteristic wildness, and the flavor that 
belongs to trout that live in very cold water. 
Moonhaw Lodge, in Wittenberg Park, is 



easily reached, buried though it is in the 
depths of the forest. The quaint little 
hamlet of Shokan, reached by railroad, 
is only five miles from Moonhaw Lodge, 
and the drive is made to seem but a frac- 
tion of the distance by the enjoyment of 
the picturesque scenery. For the first two 
miles the road leads through Watson 
Hollow, and then, turning to the right, 
the traveler faces Wittenberg. Then traces 
of civilization disappear one by one, and 
the drive is finished between Mount Cor- 
nell and Wittenberg in a depression known 
to fishermen as Ketcham's Hollow, in 
which is situated Wittenberg Park. The 
surroundings are attractive— done in Nature's 
best humor, one might fancy — and offer 
all that a lover of the forest could desire. 

Besides affording pleasure and recreation 
to its members, the park association is of 
great help in the preservation of our vanish- 
ing forests. There is a constant struggle, of 
ever increasing sharpness, between the 
"captains of industry," whose aim is to turn 
the forests into lumber and set the clear 
mountain waters to driving their turbines, 
building huge dams and flooding enormous 
areas, on the one hand; and on the other, 
those who desire to protect the forests for 
posterity, not only for the sake of pleasure 
but to ensure a supply of the timber for the 
future. Private preserves are safe and 
every owner is doing his part of a good work. 
The actual battle is largely a legislative one; 
for the laws made for the protection of the 
forests are subjected to constant attacks by 
those who care nothing for the forests except 
in so far as they can be converted into cash. 

Interest in the preservation of the forests 
i- fortunately increasing rapidly, and the 
State land in the Catskills and the Adiron- 
dacks has been increased by 47,799 acres 


since 1900. The total area of State pre- 
serves is now 1,487,787 acres, the greater 
part of which is in the Adirondacks. It is 
interesting to note that the price of land 
purchased by the Government since 1900 
has averaged a little less than four dollars 
an acre; while ten or twelve years ago the 
same land could have been bought for a 
dollar and a-half or two dollars an acre. 

There are many reasons why the forma- 
tion of clubs for purchasing "homing" 
places like Wittenberg Park is to be com- 
mended. The members are afforded the 
recreation and relaxation they require, and 
are made healthier and doubtless better 
men thereby; the forests and streams are 
preserved intact for the benefit of those 
who come after us, instead of being sawed 
up into chairs, or mashed into paper to be 
hastily read and thrown away; and, finally, 
the money put into such land is well in- 
voted, for the value per acre is constantly 
increasing, and the value of a preserve 
would, of course, be enhanced by the roads, 
bridges, buildings and other improvements 
made. Indeed, the capital invested should, 
in a few years, represent only a compara- 
tively small part of the real value of the 

To have an interest in a place like Wit- 
tenberg Park makes it possible for the 
townsman to enjoy, without great expense, 
the advantages and privileges of the owner 
of an estate. The plan has succeeded 
admirably wherever tried, and will no doubt 
become more and more popular. For it is 
doubtful if there is a lover of the great out- 
of doors who has not always longed to have 
a cottage somewhere in the mountains — 
his own cottage — out where the cares and 
worries of business cease to call, but where 
the thrushes keep chanting all day long. 

— ::::z'C. Jfe?s 


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Where Waters Are Clear and Skies Are Cool and Tackle 

Suffers Mightily 


O THOSE who 

seek the idea] in 

5-fishing, no 

better locality 
can be found 
than the lake 
regions of up- 
per Wisconsin. 
Hundreds and 
hundreds of 
lakes of every 
size and de- 
scription are 
scattered over 
that wooded land and almost every body of 
water is the home of the big-mouth bass. 
In all this broad land no more perfectly 
natural conditions exist. There the waters 
are as clear and cool as the skies of winter 
and only Nature's fisher folk take toll. 

Northern Wisconsin is low, the prairies 
interspaced with small hills covered with 
choice timber, or scrub oak where the pine 
has been cut away. The fertile plains are 
but sparsely settled with foreigners. More 
than a -third of the land is covered with 
lakes, streams, swamps, or low, dank 
prairies, growm high with wild grass. The 
clear streams are highways for the trout 
family; the rivers abound with pickerel, 
bass, suckers and other small fish, while the 
lakes are literally alive with the biggest of 
black bass and mightv 'longe. 

Less than a year ago it was my pleasure 
to make one of a party that spent a little 
over three weeks fishing in tins lake region, 
and never before had I seen such sport with 
rod and line as we enjoyed. Many of the 
lakes we fished bear no names. Others were 
known locally as Pine Lake, Bear Lake, 
Twin Lakes, Cedar Lake, Jay Pond, Big 
Bone Lake, Island Pond and a hundred and 
one other names. The abundance of game 
about these lakes testified that men seldom 

troubled the water-. nraterfowl i 

speratingly plentiful, and squirrels bark- 
ed from the trees all day lo: 

The greatest difficulty we encountered in 
our fishing was in securing suitable bait. 
While the bass would jump at a fly a little 
in the early morning or late evening and 
would strike a spoon when they felt like it, 
live bait was the only lure that could be 
depended upon to coax the big fellows upon 
the hook. It was by far harder work to 
the bait than it was to catch the bass. The 
season was late and the small streams held 
no fish except trout, and every minnow had 
to be caught on the riffs of the big streams 
with hook and line. Often it took half a day 
to get enough bait to gp fishing. But the 
sport we had after the bait-pail was stocked 
with restless minn< 

While the weed-filled bays and mouths of 
small streams and the sunken logs alv. 
held a goodly fish, it was the sandbars that 
cropped out near the surface in some of the 
lakes, leaving deep water on either side, 
that afforded the best fishing. The biggest 
bass seemed to be lying in wait among the 
rocks in the deep water to seize the first min- 
now that ventured out along the shallow 
water of the bar. A lively minnow, properly 
impaled on the hook and gently handled, 
would no sooner swim out toward the deep 
water than a long shadow from the deeper 
green would pounce upon it, and the fisher- 
man had his hands full — probably a big bass 
or sometimes a 'longe. 

The fights we had, the big ones that got 
away before the gaff was improvised — all 
would make many interesting pages. A 
peep into our tackle boxes after we reached 
camp every day would show that while we 
were victorious, it was not without sad I 
to ourselves where tackle was scarce. 

The fish were plump and full of fighting 
strength. The hook seemed to awaken 



frantic energy and they fought long and well, 
trusting not all in sheer strength of fin and 
tail, but resorting to every strategy known 
to fish. They sought refuge beneath every 
stone and sunken tree immediately after the 
first few splendid jumps. The lily-pads and 
water-plants were the deadliest enemies to 
our sport, and once the bass made his 
favorite covert in the strong stalks, the line 
was hopelessly tangled and the fish tore the 
hook from his mouth. 

My steel bait rod was the only one to 
come out of the woods as good as when it 
went in. A split bamboo became damp with 
continual fishing and slivered. A green- 
heart bait tip was slivered on a huge bass 
which took a twist around the anchor rope. 
A lancewood broke at the ferrule, butting a 
twenty-pound 'longe. In justice to the 
modern school of bait -casters, however, I 
must say that there was none in our party 
who was an expert bait-caster. Perhaps a 
past master with the short rod might have 
shown us that, with skillful casting, artificial 
minnows were as successful lures as the live 
ones we used. As for myself, my home is in 
New York State, near to good trout waters, 
and I have fished too long with the reel 
below the hand to ever hope to master the 
short rod and the free reel. 

The first day among the bass we met a 
disgraceful defeat, considering the fish we 
hooked, notwithstanding there were veteran 
anglers among us, for we were handicapped 
by lack of a landing-net or a gaff, and it was 
almost impossible to get the tired fish near 
enough to the boat to slip two fingers into 
their gills. That night until a late hour the 
sound of hammer and cold chisel on metal 
could be heard, and the next morning a 
crude but serviceable gaff hung on the tent 
pole. Then things looked different. 

We caught a great many fish, even more 
than we could possibly eat, but these we 
turned loose immediately after tiring. It 
was seldom that we hooked a bass that 
would weigh less than a pound, while the 
largest bass that fell to our lot was a ten- 
pounder, a big-mouth caught just about 
dark, after a fine day's sport. The bait was 
gone and we had stopped fishing for the day, 
but two large dead "shiners" lay belly up 
in the bait-pail They were fully eight 

inches in length. The old flat-bottom scow, 
belonging to a Norwegian farmer, was mov- 
ing slowly along near the timbered shore. 
The waters lay black with approaching 
night, the waves gone to rest with the even- 
ing hush which had silenced the noisy insect 
and bird life. Without knowing why I did 
it, I took one of the two minnows and, 
fastening my hook through the head, threw 
it out of the boat to trail. I did not expect a 
bite on so large a bait, but there was no 
other and I was reluctant to give up the 

' ' Whir-r-r-r-r," went the automatic. 
"Whoa, stop the boat," I exclaimed, "I'm 
fast on something!" 

As I grasped the rod and turned around, 
the line was cutting a streak for deep water 
and I knew a fish had struck the twisting 
bait. I waited a little, until I thought it safe 
to strike, then a slight yank on the line 
fastened the hook and brought a monster 
bass at least three feet out of the quiet water. 
An instant he shook himself, until the half- 
rotten fish tlew from his jaws; then he fell 
with a heavy splash. Three times the fish 
leaped in indescribable anger. The fight 
was in clear, deep water, and I kept the 
fish's head high and away from the bottom. 
The tackle was true and well tried. The 
fish's rushes and lightning-like speed soon 
tired and I brought him close for the gaff. 
Ten pounds that bass weighed in camp that 
evening — fullya pound and a-half more than 
any other bass caught that trip. 

It was in the middle of September when 
we broke camp for the long drive to the 
nearest railroad station. The first flights of 
ducks were already splashing into the waters 
of the lakes early in the morning and at 
dusk. Their noisy quackings called us 
from our beds at daybreak the last day, as 
these were the advance guard, the non- 
divers, and they fed near the shores. Many 
a time I have turned my back upon the 
wilderness and faced the cities again, but 
never with such reluctance, such a lost, 
lonesome feeling about the heart, such a 
feeling of leaving behind all that I held dear, 
as the time I looked the last upon the crystal 
waters, and each tiny wave nodded a last 
farewell, as we drove away from the lake 
region of upper Wisconsin. 




The Ancient and Excellent Game of Lacrosse 

(Columbia University Lacrosse Team) 

EARS before the canoe of the 
earliest voyageurs floated upon 
the headwaters of the St. Law- 
!S rence, before the coming of the 
white man, back in the dim 
past of the North American 
Indian, dates the ancient game 
of pagaadowewin. It was 
played with a ball of rawhide 
filled with hair, and a short 
stick, called by the Chippewas 
bent at one end into an 
oval loop, which was loosely knit with 
deerskin, after the manner of a snow-shoe 
^—making a small net. Any number of men 
took part in the game, and the object 
of each party was to carry the ball between 
the goal-posts of their opponents. The 
goals were often several miles apart, and 
even among the red men, accustomed from 
childhood to hardship and with muscles 
and wind acquired of necessity, the game 
was considered a trial of endurance and 
skill, lasting sometimes for days. 


When the French came they called the 
stick used in the game la crosse, from a 
fancied resemblance to a bishop's crosier: 
from which we have the name of our mc dern 
game — lacrosse. With the gradual elimina- 
tion of the old methods of play, the subor- 
dination of brute strength to skill and the 
introduction of "system," there has devel- 
oped the fastest, most trying and, with the 
exception of equestrian polo, the most 
spectacular game of the day. 

Two reasons why lacrosse has not 
achieved more widespread popularity are 
that it is a gruelling contest, requiring per- 
fect physical condition, and that skill in 
handline; the stick can be attained onlv bv 
long and faithful practice. While modern 
lacrosse bears little resemblance to the game 
of former years, as much as possible of the 
rough play having been eliminated, it is 
nevertheless hardly a pastime for infants; 
and the man who fears a few cuts or bruises 
had best seek elsewhere for his amusement. 
The game is played by two teams of twelve 



men each, who line up as shown in the 
accompanying diagram, between the goals 
—which should be not less than no yards 
apart. The game is started by the two 
center players (one of each team) " facing 
off" the ball: that is, it is placed on the 
ground between ' their sticks, which they 
hold back to back, and at the sound of the 
referee's whistle each man draws his stick 
toward himself, the ball going toward the 
goal of the center least adroit. The ball 
being now in play, the attack players on the 
side toward which it has passed try to 
"uncover" or escape the opposing defense 
men, get into position to receive the ball and 
then pass or carry it to their own inside or 
outside home men, who do most of the goal 
shooting. This, no doubt, sounds simple: 
it is but fifty-odd yards from the center of 
the field to either goal-net, and a lacrosse 
ball can be thrown more than twice that 
distance. But in that short journey good 
men have come to grief; for the defense 
players, who, as a rule, are heavier than the 
attack, meet the oncoming rush of the latter 
with all their strength and weight, and 
when we have the oft-tried problem of the 
irresistible force meeting the impenetrable 
body something generally breaks— occa- 
sionally it is a nose, now and then a rib; 
usually, however, only dignity suffers. 
If a player carrying the ball be intention- 

ally struck by an opponent's stick, it is 
called a foul; but if the opponent should 
strike at the player's stick and hit the player, 
it is called an accident. As the latter has 
been known to occur, one will see that a fine 
degree of discernment is required on the 
part of the referee, whose position is similar 
to that of a baseball umpire, only worse. 
But, since we are writing for the novice, we 
will leave these refinements of the game to 
be learned by experience. 

In the first place, you will need a stick 
and some patience. The best lacrosse 
sticks are made in Montreal and are strung 
with clock-cord. If possible, secure one 
which has been used for some time by a 
good player; the cord will be soft and you 
will find it much easier to handle the ball. 
The proper position for the ball in the net 
is about a foot from the end, and against the 
frame of the stick; after using a stick for 
some time the ball will roll naturally into 
position. The best way to begin learning 
with the stick is by tossing the ball against 
a wall or building, and do not become dis- 
couraged if at your first attempt you miss 
the building. In throwing the ball do not 
try to push in out of the stick, but allow it 
to roll out at the end, using the stick some- 
thing after the manner of a sling, and mov- 
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There is only one way to become a good 
stick-handler — that is by practice; do not 
become discouraged if you make little 
progress at first ; like most things, there is a 
knack in it — and the light generally comes 
to a man suddenly. 

After having learned to catch and pass 
the ball while standing still, you must learn 
to do the same things while in motion, for 
in a lacrosse game you will seldom have an 
undisturbed catch and you, therefore, must 
learn to catch a ball coming from any direc- 
tion, while running at the top of your speed. 
The best practice is to run up and down the 
field with another player, passing the ball 
back and forth as you go. Opposition by 
one or two other players will lend zest to the 
play, but for the sake of the future of the 
game, let the interference be not too rough. 
You will soon learn to pass the ball a little 
ahead of the man who is running, in order 
that he shall not have to slacken his pace 
and wait for it, and also that it is easier to 
catch a swift ball when properly placed 
than a ball that is merely tossed. One of the 
secrets of good stick-handling is a free move- 
ment of your body and stick — do not at- 
tempt to catch a ball by holding your stick 
rigidly; the stick should "give" the mo- 
ment the ball touches the net, otherwise the 
ball will rebound from it. Again, when 
endeavoring to pick up a ball that is rolling 
away from you, do not reach ahead for it 
with your stick: you will usually succeed 
only in increasing its speed, or if the end of 
your stick runs against a tuft of grass you 
may suddenly find the handle prodding for 
your backbone by way of your abdomen — 
an operation which hurts you and often 
breaks the stick. What you should do is to 
carry your stick on one side, and when 
almost up with the ball suddenly increase 
your speed and scoop it up. 

Much might be written concerning 
the finer points of stick-handling, but it 
would be a waste of words — observation, 
practice and experience are the best 
teachers. Yet the fact must not be lost 
sight of that good stick -handling is the one 
fundamental upon which success in lacrosse 
hinges. To^> much practice cannot be in- 
dulged in by the individuals to perfect 
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E to F— 18 feet. 
E to G— 12 feet. 
H to 1—6 feet. 

The upper picture shows a fast Columbia attack player trying conclusions with four of 
Pennsylvania's defense players. This man is noted for his disregard of team play, and although 
exceptionally keen and willing, he frequently wastes his energy by going it alone against heavy 
odds. As might have been expected, he got a trimming in this instance and retired to his position 
thoroughly winded, and unprepared, if called upon within a minute or so, to hold his own against 
his opposing defense player. 

In the lower picture, the Pennsylvania point and cover point men are at fault; for although 
their first defense man has the ball, neither of them is in a position to check one of the two 
Columbia home players should he suddenly receive the ball. And this is just what happened. 
Stewart, Columbia, the man in white at the left, obtained the ball and passed it like a flash to his 
inside home player, who immediately shot a goal without interference. 

The white triangle on the grass at the right of this picture is the goal line, and six feet behind 
it is the net, guarded by the Pennsylvania goal-keeper. 



the team. A successful system demands 
that each man shall be in the right place at 
the right time, and good stick-handling, 
which latter requires that every player be 
absolutely sure when receiving and passing 
the ball. A miss or an inaccurate pass on 
the part of a player at a critical moment 
breaks up the system and often means a goal 
for his opponents. As a man learns to sub- 
ordinate his individual peculiarities to the 
welfare of the team, the more valuable he 
becomes as a player. No team of individual 
players can hope to defeat a team on which 
the men play together; and brute strength 
cannot overwhelm speed and head-work. 

It is in continually and cleverly dodg- 
Ing, and this with a minimum of effort, that 
the attack and home players gain the most, 
and supplementing this with several good, 
snappy systems of passing, and with good 
stick-handling, the}' can keep the opposing 
defense, point players and the goal keeper 
busy. In thi^ the game strongly resembles 
basketball. For whoever has witnessed a 
game of basketball knows that it is difficult 
indeed to defend a goal that is attacked by 
players who play their positions swiftly, 
unerringly and yet without apparent effort,, 
ducking, dodging and passing the ball with 
the exasperating sang jroid and skill of the 
expert player. But everything d< es not come 
the way of the artfully dodging attack 
player, the best of systems and stick work 
notwithstanding. For, checking with his 
stick and with his body, in which there are 
tricks that are as sly as they are effective, 
the opposing defense or point player is 
busy trying to break up that beautiful 
system. When he so checks, with his body 
backed by plenty of determination, a flying 
attack player and spills him thitherward on 
the greensward on the back of his neck, that 
system goes a glimmering, to be replaced 
by another, which proceeds forthwith and 
with the ball toward the other goal. Our 
fallen hero will land on his feet on the 
second bounce, if he be of the sort that 
makes lacrosse players, and bethink him- 
self to not speed so swiftly and to dodge 
more skilfully when hovering near his friend 
the enemy. 

Needless to say, there is much unneces- 
sary rough play where the game is between 

unskilful and inexperienced players. As in 
boxing, the most effectual stick checking 
calls more for skill than for physical effort. 
The raw player will smash away in truly 
vicious fashion, yet rarely succeed in doing 
more than tiring himself and bruising his 
opponent needlessly. And again, as in box- 
ing, a rule that old lacrosse players know is 
"when attempting to dodge an opponent or 
he intends to try to dodge you, watch his 
eyes and not his stick." Furthermore, a 
player must learn how to receive a severe 
body check with a minimum of resistance, 
as a boxer learns to keep "loose on his 
pins"; must acquire the knack of making 
his weight count in body checking another 
player, as a boxer does whenever he lands a 
blow; must learn how to upset a runner 
without himself falling, and when he does 
fall must know how to take the grass easily 
— if such is possible in lacrosse. It will be 
seen that the game is not to be learned in an 
afternoon. Once learned, however, it never 
loses its charm, and though by and by a 
man will hang up his stick for good and all, 
he never outlives being a lacrosse player. 

At present, lacrosse is played by several 
Eastern universities, notably Columbia, 
Harvard, Cornell and Johns Hopkins. To 
see the game at its best, however, one must 
cross the border into the "Land of the 
Maple Leaf," for there is the home of 
lacrosse. Compared with the game between 
two junior teams of Canada, a game be- 
tween the average teams of the States more 
resembles hockey than lacrosse — for our 
lacrosse players rarely ever see the game 
before entering college, and in the fourth 
year at college a man is just beginning to 
understand the game. 

Every recurring season brings it more 
popularity, however. Wideawake Ameri- 
cans who are in a position to judge declare 
that beside lacrosse, baseball is dreary, foot- 
ball stupid. But they are not of America — 
why shouldn't they be dreary and stupid? 
When we get to playing lacrosse among the 
grammar schools and academies we shall 
develop college teams that will give exhibi- 
tions of this typically American game that 
will earn for it the credit which is its due — 
that of being the best game in the world for 
young men with red blood in their veins. 


From the Utilitarian Standpoint 

(Copyright xooo, by Charles A. Bramble) 

I. — The Unnecessaries 

HERE is camping and 
camping. Nansen was 
strictly camping out 
when he passed a winter 
in the Arctic regions, 
with one companion, in 
a snow shelter, feeding 
three times a day on 
bear's meat or seal's 
blubber, without pastry 
or dessert. Another 
kind of camping is when 
Papa takes the better half, with a choice 
assortment of marriageable daughters and 
student sons, to his " camp "in the Adiron- 

My own camping has been of the more 
strenuous sort, and as I have been under 
canvas in the tropics as well as in the Arctic 
regions, I am foolish enough to imagine that 
I know something of the art. But I never 
go for a trip without learning something, 
and I have a suspicion that the only man 
who knows much about it is the Indian, and 
even he but understands the methods best 
adapted to his own limited requirements. 
A first-rate packer from the Rocky Moun- 
tains would find his knowledge of very little 
use in the far Northeast; the best Ojibway 
hunter of his tribe would cut a sorry figure 
out in the antelope country. All that any 
one may attempt is to touch upon a few of 
the more salient points of the art. 

Three things a man should have: food, 
warmth and shelter from the elements. 
Each of these is important in the order 
named. Without food, a man quickly suc- 
cumbs. Without artificial warmth, ob- 
tained either through fire or clothing, he 
must inevitably suffer much in ordinary 
climates, and is likely to join his forefathers 
during some cold snap. Shelter is, perhaps, 
more a matter of habit, but if it is a habit, it 

is one that is so thoroughly ingrained in 
modern civilized men that you rarely find 
them, like Kipling's young wanderers, sleep- 
ing with the "starlight on their faces." 

Now, in every country that I have visited 
experienced men seemed to agree that pro- 
visions should be simple, nutritious and in 
such form that when swollen by cooking 
they gain largely in bulk. In the tropics we 
used rice and dried fish very largely and 
native servants could find plants for currie 
stuffs growing almost by the wayside. Less 
food need be carried in the tropics, and I do 
not remember the slightest difficulty in keep- 
ing the table well supplied with game, as 
animal life is considerably more abundant 
in warm climates than in temperate or cold 
ones, taking the year through. You will 
find open-air men of the same way of reason- 
ing all over the world. In the North, mess 
pork, beans and evaporated fruits and flour 
are the mainstays. Tin cans about a camp 
in the wilderness are the sign manual of 
the tenderfoot. Surely it is unphilosophic 
to take goods where weight counts, of 
which a heavy percentage is covering. 

The first thing to learn is a love of the 
simple life. I do not necessarily mean the 
simple Christian life which some are lead- 
ing in New York City, but the simple life 
in which plain food goes very sweetly on 
account of a good appetite, and in which 
most of the hours between darkness and 
dawn are taken advantage of for sound, 
dreamless slumber. I have no patience with 
the man who would try to duplicate the life 
he has led in the city out in the forest. If 
he be so fond of city life and its luxuries, 
why leave it ? The woods are full of hard- 
ships, but they are hardships that the real 
lover of nature and of the true simple life 
revels in out of the sheer joy and lust of 
living that is his. 



I am not a total abstainer — neither am I a 
drunkard. Mv inclination is to take a little 
good liquor into camp. In the tropics I 
believe a little spirits necessary to health, 
though many will not agree with me. The 
reports of the American army surgeons in 
the Philippines show clearly that the great- 
est sufferers from the climate are the total 
abstainers. The same results have been 
found to obtain in India and in the other 
numerous tropical portions of the British 
Empire. Yet, though I should like always 
to have a bottle of sound whisky at com- 
mand, I have given up taking such a thing 
to the woods. I found the plan did not 
work. Nine out of ten guides and Indians 
will get drunk whenever the opportunity 
presents itself. These men are perfectly 
wretched while there is a drop of liquor in 
camp. Hide it as you will, they have an 
instinct that is unerring, and its discovery 
is certain within twenty-four hours of leav- 
ing civilization. Then they will plot and 
plan to get at it, and, failing this, will feign 
all kinds of terrible ailments in the hope of 
working upon your sympathies. By and by 
bottles and men will come into close prox- 
imity, and then you will have a very disa- 
greeable twenty-four hours ahead of you. I 
have had men, and good ones, too, when 
they were sober, break open boxes, slit 
waterproof bags with their hunting knives, 
lose boxes overboard in the rapids in order 
to fish for them after dark on the quiet, and 
all because they scented whisky. Now, my 
only exhilaration is derived from a cup of the 
best black tea. 

After a time, unless one shirks a fair 
share of the work, the body gets into such 
admirable condition that all the cravings 
and promptings caused by an unnatural life 
disappear, and I am quite sure that the man 
who swings a paddle or an axe whenever 
opportunity offers, and carries a fair load 
over the portages, will soon get into such 
condition that he will not miss the delicacies 
he has left behind. 

A great many people who go into the 
woods think it necessary to lug about a 
sheet-iron stove — in fact, some of the more 
luxurious have been seen toting full-sized 
kitchen ranges over the Northern water- 
ways. Yet, in a wooded country a stove is 
by no means a desirable addition to the 

outfit. Two green logs parallel to each 
other and not more than six inches apart 
serve as an admirable cooking range. A 
fire of hardwood is built between them, 
and after a little time there is a bed of hot 
coals that will keep a dozen pots and kettles 
singing merrily. This is a better fire for 
cooking on than the standard pattern camp- 
fire, which is too large and fierce for the 
cook to stand over. When, however, you 
have nothing but the camp-fire, and yet wish 
to "boil the kettle," rake a few of the hot 
ashes out to one side and cook over them. 
In some parts of the Northwest, when a 
cook was preparing a meal for a large gang, 
we used to dig a trench about a foot wide 
and ten or twelve feet long. This trench 
was filled with hot coals and the pots hung 
above it, by hooking them over a long pole 
resting in forked uprights at either end of 
the trench. This is a capital plan in an 
unsheltered locality where the wind blows 
fiercely and fuel must be economized. Ours 
on these occasions was generally dead wil- 
low boughs, and though they make a very 
hot fire, it is one that burns quickly. In the 
dead bush the two green boughs already 
mentioned serve an equally useful purpose. 

The tendency of inexperienced men is to 
take a quantity of luxuries into the woods. 
By so doing, unless they have plenty of 
strong, sustaining food as well, they simply 
invite starvation. I have supplied men of 
another party with food, in answer to their 
urgent request, although they had any 
amount of delicacies yet untouched. When 
a man is paddling hour after hour and day 
after day, in the hot summer sun, he loses 
weight and strength very fast unless his 
food is of such a nature that it gives him the 
necessary vigor. Lumbermen have dis- 
covered that for hard work, pork, beans, 
beef and bread must be their main reliance. 
Occasionally, a well-meaning "boss" has 
fed his men upon made-up dishes, such as 
stews, ragouts, beef croquettes, etc., but 
such experiments did not last long, an angry 
chorus soon insisting upon a return to sim- 
ple, sustaining food. 

The soft, useless flesh of civilization must 
melt away under the strain of active exer- 
cise, but it should be replaced by hard 
muscle. If one's weight diminishes very 
rapidly, it is a pretty sure sign that either the 



exercise is being overdone or that the food 
is not sufficient in quantity nor of the right 
quality. I do not think that vegetables and 
such things are a necessity to a man in 
active exercise. The great warrior tribe of 
East Africa, the Masai, live almost entirely, 
up to middle life, upon meat and milk, and 
they are famous as athletes and fighting 
men. The Northern Indians had few, if 
any, vegetables when discovered by the 
white men, and they seem to have lived upon 
unboiled meat and fish. A Micmac Indian 
— a young fellow of eighty or so — told me 
that the reason his tribe was now so short- 
lived was that they ate too many potatoes. 
It is possible that the buctawitch, i.e., the 
rum of the palefaces, may also have had 
something to do with the early taking off of 
his kinsmen, but I did not suggest this, as I 
knew that the old gentleman was not an 
ardent teetotaler himself. There may, how- 
ever, be something in it. The doctors tell 
us that a man is as old as his arteries, and 
that the arteries fail on account of earthy 
salts that are deposited little by little upon 
their inner coats. Now, most of the things 
we eat contain these salts in appreciable 
quantities, and when meat is roasted they 
remain in it, whereas when it is boiled they 
are removed. The Indian's food was al- 
ways boiled unless he was pressed for time, 
when he roasted his meat or ate it raw. His 
method of boiling was to make a vessel out 
of birch-bark, . which he filled with water 
and heated to the boiling point by placing 
therein red-hot stones. It is quite possible 
that living almost altogether upon this boiled 
meat, he escaped the heavy doses of salts to 
which civilized man subjects himself. 

Emergency rations have attracted a good 
deal of attention of late. My own experi- 
ence with them has been limited, but from 
what I have seen I am inclined to think that 
the occasions on which they are really useful 
are very few. Of course, if a man carried 
an emergency ration always about his 
person it might some day come in handy, 
but as a rule a couple of captain's biscuit 
would be at least equally serviceable. 

Once in northern British Columbia I met 
a young English doctor who was as green 
as they make them. This gentleman had 
provided himself with innumerable small, 
patent pellets, that he assured me would 

sustain life almost Indefinitely under the 
most trying conditions. "Here," said he, 
holding aloft a tiny white globule, "is the 
equivalent to a beefsteak! This," hold- 
ing forth a brown lozenge, "is equal to two 
fried eggs! Each of these," pointing to a 
box of minute pills, "is as stimulating as a 
glass of the best Burton ale ! " This sounded 
very pretty, and had it not been for sub 
quent events I should have taken some 
stock in his confident statements. Unfor- 
tunately for his assertions, a stampede 
occurred a few days later, in which he par- 
ticipated. He left on his journey in the 
mysterious gloaming of a summer's night in 
the North — happy, chubby and amply pro- 
vided with pills, pellets and lozenges. He 
returned a week later a living skeleton, 
scarcely able to drag one foot after the other, 
and he probably owed his life to the gen- 
erosity of a prospector who had shared his 
last meal of "beans straight" with him. 

My own experience with emergency 
rations was not so harrowing. At the solici- 
tation of a friend I consented to take a few 
tins on a rather hard trip. One day, when 
all was going well and grub was yet plenti- 
ful, I said, "To-day we will live upon emer- 
gency rations." The idea was not hailed 
with any enthusiasm. Nevertheless, like 
good, faithful fellows, the men agreed to the 
proposal. For breakfast one tin per man 
was opened and a gray, gritty substance 
was fried with some grease. After besprink- 
ling it plentifully with salt and pepper and 
Worcestershire sauce, we managed to eat it, 
but at the close of the meal every one 
seemed downcast. The morning was 
passed in gentle slumber, yet at luncheon- 
time our belts were fully two holes shorter 
than usual, and we were quite ready to pitch 
into the emergency rations or anything else 
that came handy. This time the rations 
were dissolved in hot water and taken in the 
form of soup. No thanksgiving was said — 
it being deemed inappropriate to the occa- 
sion — and a deep gloom settled o'er the 
camp. About half an hour before supper- 
time one of the men sidled up to me and 
intimated that as we were not short of grub 
there was no particular reason why we 
should suffer a third infliction of emergency 
rations, and it did not take long to convince 
me that there was considerable justice in the 



man's argument. Our supper was a glori- 
ous meal of fried brook trout, pork and 
beans and quantities of strong tea. 

Some weeks later the grub became low 
indeed, and I then proposed that we fall 
back on the remaining tins of emergency 
rations. This the men flatly refused to do ; 
consequently, when lunch time came, I ate 
my share, while they looked on and gnawed 
some fragments of bannocks that had been 
discovered in one of the bags used for pillow 
cases. How long their determination would 
have held out I do not know, because that 
night we ran upon a lumberman's cache, 
containing a barrel of flour. 

II. — Camp Cookery 

One may procure cooking-outfits, the 
various articles of which "nest" one within 
the other, but for a hard trip I do not think 
one gains much by this. Potsandpansbecome 
so battered and dented that they refuse to 
nest, and then they are no better than the 
ordinary kind, that cost less. One of the 
never-failing sources of argument around 
the camp-fire, when old woodsmen are 
gathered together, are the relative merits of 
wide, shallow vessels and deep, narrow- 
ones. I have often seen tests made, and 
generally the wide, comparatively shallow 
vessel proved the victor; but an old kettle, 
that is well blackened, always seems to bring 
the water to a boil quicker than a new, 
bright one. 

Aluminum vessels convey the heat more 
quickly than block tin or enameled iron, but 
these admirable qualities unfit aluminum 
as material for a cup from which to drink, as 
it absorbs heat from the liquid it contains 
and remains uncomfortably hot much longer 
than tin. Aluminum is most easily cleaned, 
and one saves a good deal in weight. Per- 
haps, taken as a whole, the w r ealthy man 
may indulge in the luxury of pots and ket- 
tles made of this material, and gain a little 
thereby, but their cost is so very much more 
than that of tin that they are to be looked 
upon as decided luxuries. 

Enamel ware is clean and durable, but it 
is too heavy for the peripatetic camper. 
The one indispensable article is the frying- 
pan. I have been away for days at a time 
from the main camp with nothing but a 
frying-pan — a good, deep one — and we got 

along quite nicely. First, we would make 
our tea in the frying-pan and pour it into 
cups made of birch bark. Then we would 
fry our pork and make our bannocks in the 
same old frying-pan. This is not luxurious 
camping, but it shows what can be done in 
an emergency. The best frying-pan is deep 
and has a short socket, in which a long 
handle of green wood can be thrust. Such a 
pan is handy to pack. 

Next to the frying-pan in importance I 
would place the so-called kettle. The 
woodsman's kettle is very different from the 
household utensil of the same name. It has 
no spout ; its handle is of wire, and it has a 
cover — at least when it goes into the woods, 
though not, as a rule, when it emerges black- 
ened and battered. If to these articles we 
add a plate and a tin cup, generally called a 
dipper, we are approaching an outfit that 
some old huntsmen regard as bordering on 
the effeminate. Yet, the addition of a few 
knives, forks and spoons will hardly be 
cavilled at, although forks and spoons of a 
makeshift description may be quickly whit- 
tled out of some fragrant wood, usually 

The greatest preventives of profanity, 
next to a well-ordered, imperturbable mind, 
are numerous cotton bags in which to pre- 
serve the various stores. Wilderness travel 
is rough and those foolish ones who place 
their dependence on paper bags will some 
day find their sugar and pepper have formed 
too close an alliance and their tea and salt 
have become so intimately blended as to 
defy separation. By using bags and attach- 
ing to them little tags bearing the names of 
the articles they contain, much trouble 
would be avoided. It is not a bad plan to 
cut nicks in the sides of these tags, so that 
one can tell in the dark, by the sense of 
touch, what is in the bag. This latter pre- 
caution is, however, not very necessary, 
unless the providing has been done on a 
generous scale. As a general thing, one 
knows perfectly well what is in each bag, as 
there is little to choose from, and toward 
the end of a long trip one is sometimes 
rather apt to congratulate one's self if there 
is anything left in those bags that contain 
tea, sugar, tobacco and such like luxuries. 
I have generally noticed that the sugar gave 
out first, then the tobacco. It usually makes 



no difference how much you originally start 
with, as the more you have of these com- 
modities the more lavishly the men will help 
themselves. As for Worcestershire sauce, 
some of my Indian friends would get away 
with a gallon a week if it were obtainable. 

The art of cooking is one that is to be 
learned only by experience. On one of my 
journeys into northern British Columbia I 
took some lessons from a baker before start- 
ing, and the knowledge I acquired was more 
valuable to me than the smattering of the 
higher mathematics that I acquired at col- 
lege. Many books on camp cooking have 
been written, but as they usually begin each 
recipe with "Take a little of this, and a 
little of that," and as you have neither 
"this" nor "that," you find such delicacies 
as plum pudding without the plums and 
without the citron, and with nothing but the 
flour and the suet, are not a huge success. 

No doubt the general principles of cook- 
ing are the same in the open air as in a well- 
ordered kitchen. Yet, a very good cook 
might find it difficult to emulate the feats of 
some unpretentious woodsman, if he found 
himself in a wet, sodden forest, with dark- 
ness coming on, and he were told to get a 
hearty meal for a half-dozen hungry men as 
quickly as possible. Under such conditions 
fancy dishes are out of place. A man that 
knew his business would set about the job 
somewhat as follows : The flour bag would 
be opened, a handful of salt with a suffi- 
ciency of baking powder and enough flour 
for the purpose would be mixed with water 
into a batter. This a backwoods cook al- 
ways does in the flour bag itself, rolling back 
the top of the bag before beginning. After a 
time he has a mess of well-kneaded dough 
in a circular basin of flour. This is made 
into flat cakes, and they are placed in a 
couple of frying-pans, tilted at an angle 
before the embers, or, better still, should 
he have a bake-oven or reflector, it is placed 
in this, and a great mass of hardwood coals 
are strewn in front of and underneath the 
tray that contains the dough. This bread 
will require very constant watching and 
turning, so that the cook dare not leave it 
for long. He finds time, however, to put on 
a large kettle of water to boil and to cut up 
his salt pork ready for parboiling. When 
the bread is baked, an operation that does 

not take very long, a frying-pan is half filled 
with water, and the pork boiled until all the 
salt is out. Two or three changes of water 
may be required. The kettle is now boiling 
and a liberal amount of strong black or 
green tea is thrown in. This is usually 
allowed to boil for a minute or two, and then 
taken off and stood to draw on the hot 
embers. The old household allowance of 
"one spoon for each person and one for the 
pot" will not do in the woods; for some 
occult reason, more of the leaf is required in 
open-air cookery, though I must confess 
most woodsmen overdo the thing, and, 
moreover, they boil their tea far too long. 
This and the amount of fried food they are 
forced to eat probably account for the indi- 
gestion from which even the most rugged 
often suffer. 

But to return to our cooking: The tea 
and the bread being ready, the pork is soon 
fried sufficiently, and if it is a hurry-up 
meal the welcome cry of "Snack-ho!" 
resounds through the forest. Given a little 
more time, the cook will probably furnish 
beans and apple stew. Beans, however, 
require time, as they must be well cooked, 
and are not fit to eat until they have been 
soaked so as to become tender. Sometime?, 
in the mountains, at high elevations, it is 
impossible to cook beans, and equally im- 
possible to cook potatoes by boiling, as the 
temperature of the water never becomes 
high enough to make them soft. The tyro 
is usually fooled when he first tries to cook 
beans, or rice, or dried apples. He puts in 
far too little water and too many of the other 
things; consequently, after he has put the 
lid on and is contentedly gloating over the 
magnificent repast he will spread before his 
companions, an unwelcome odor of burning 
causes him to rise hastily and take the lid 
off the kettle to see what has happened. 
Instead of a toothsome mess, he finds noth- 
ing but a quantity of charred food that a 
starving dog would disdain. 

In well-ordered households game birds 
are invariably plucked ; in the bush, the rule 
is to skin them. It is a rough and ready pro- 
ceeding and not calculated to improve the 
flavor of a delicate grouse. But it must be 
remembered that game is never really worth 
eating unless it has been hung a short time, 
and this can rarely be done when traveling, 



so it makes little difference whether the 
game is skinned or not. But, happily, one's 
appetite is so excellent that a skinned drum- 
stick fried in pork fat seems a morsel fit for 
the gods. 

Bookmen tell us a lot about wrapping 
birds or fish in clay and cooking them in 
the embers. Unfortunately, when I have had 
the birds and fish the clay was lacking, and 
when I struck a rich deposit of this unctuous 
earth, I did not have the game, so that I 
have never been able to experiment in this 
direction, much as I should like to. Yet, I 
cannot think that it would be a very prac- 
tical way of cooking, for reasons that I have 
outlined. I have never seen Lo, the Indian, 
ever attempt anything of the sort. If he is 
without a frying-pan or a kettle, he toasts 
his game before the fire on a skewer. What 
he would do if he were well provided with 
clay of the right tenacity I do not know. 
Perhaps he would act as the books say he 

I remember reading, somewhere, that a 
grouse, wrapped in wet newspaper, could 
be toasted on the live coals, and left to cook, 
with the assurance that after a time you 
could knock off the charred paper, feathers 
and skin, discovering a succulent morsel. 
Well, perhaps so. 

Many years ago, an estimable English- 
woman published a book on household 
management, and in it she included a recipe 
for "jugged hare." She began by saying, 
"First — catch your hare." Nor must we 
forget that before we can cook game or fish 
we must catch it. For this purpose we 
require firearms and fishing-tackle. Much 
small game secured in the bush is foully 
murdered. Men who would scorn to take a 
pot shot when shooting over their setters or 
pointers, will aim like artillerymen at some 
wretched grouse clucking indignantly 
within ten yards of their feet. The law of 
the wilderness is that the stronger must 
devour the weaker, and as a man — even 

when armed only with a $5 trade gun — is 
much stronger than a grouse, he proceeds 
to put the law into force. It is astonishing 
what a large amount of game can be brought 
into camp with the aid of a .22 calibre 
pistol. Sometimes, when hunting caribou, 
I have carried a .22 calibre revolver, and I 
recall that on one short trip I secured eight- 
een grouse with it. Sometimes we would 
not even trouble to shoot, relying upon a 
whipcord noose, which we would affix to the 
end of a pole that we cut as occasion re- 
quired. It is only on very still, warm days 
that you can do anything with the ruffed 
grouse with a noose, but the Canada grouse 
hardly ever escapes the snare of the fowler. 
Now, according to the ethics of true sport, 
these things should not be done, but, my 
friends, the wilderness must feed its way- 
farers, and if you are far enough back and 
in need of meat, you would undoubtedly be 
perfectly justified in securing grouse by pot 
shots or running nooses. I would only in- 
sist, however, before I give you absolution, 
that you be ready to affirm that the birds 
were for your own use, and not for sale or 
export. There is little fear of your ever 
being tempted to break the law by snaring 
or shooting too many. 

Grouse are far more plentiful around the 
clearings and near the farms than they are 
in the deep woods, where their food is too 
scant and the number of their enemies too 
great to permit of any very heavy stock. 
Sometimes, early in the season, one may 
meet with a good many birds, but at such 
times fish are abundant and easily caught, 
and the grouse, being but half grown, are 
not desired. Later on, when the fish de- 
cline to bite and the grouse are big, full- 
feathered fellows, you will find that the 
foxes and the martens and the minks and 
the hundred and one other four-footed and 
winged vermin have taken such heavy toll 
that you rarely put up many birds in the 
course of a day's tramp.- 

(To be continued.) 


Where 'Longe-fishing Is Best— Some Tackle Hints, and the Story 

of a Memorable Catch 


T WAS an Englishman, 
I believe, who, after 
landing a tarpon with 
the aid of side-arms 
alone, vouchsafed the 
opinion that as a sport 
tarpon fishing was com- 
parable to only one 
other in America — that of pig-sticking. 
This conclusion was prompted, as I inferred 
from reading the article in which the English 
angler was thus quoted, by the discovery 
that the tarpon's flesh is uneatable. 

I trust, however, my brother angler did 
not depart for his native land without a try 
in our Northern waters; for a mascalonge 
once landed would, I trow, gratify his desire 
for sport, and later, properly prepared and 
served steaming hot, compensate for any 
previous disappointments by tickling be- 
yond compare his epicurean palate. 

To those of my readers who have never 
hooked, played and landed a mascalonge, I 
will say it is worth your while. It may mean 
a pilgrimage from down East, out West, or 
from the sunny South to the balsam-laden 

wilds of Wisconsin ; it may tax your patience 
and make inroads upon an otherwise per- 
fect nature, ere the memorable strike — and 
then, the thrill, the ecstacy that follows may 
as suddenly surrender to a cherished mem- 
ory and an erstwhile nourished tackle— yet, 
I still urge, it will repay the effort. 

There was a day, if I am to credit the 
sayings of older, better and more fortunate 
anglers than I, when, with bark canoe and 
an Indian guide, the taking of big masca- 
longe was a matter of little time, and more, 
of less concern. I have listened with 
cupidity to the telling of these wondrous 
catches of one, two, three and even a-half- 
dozen in a single day, with weight ranging 
from thirty to forty pounds, in the vain hope 
that some day good luck might proffer me 
an emulation. But alas, the days are no 
more! Yet, I do recall that the little fellows 
— those of twenty pounds and under, as 
my informants confided — were given their 
freedom that they might grow in strength 
and gameness to the delight of the succeed- 
ing generation of anglers. We live in grate- 
ful remembrance of the consideration ! 







Wisconsin and Minnesota now stand in 
the fore as offering lakes in which this fish 
may be taken. Time there was when Michi- 
gan and Iowa could boast a goodly number 
whose waters harbored the mascalonge, but 
its taking in the lakes of these States is now 
attended with much uncertainty. The Up- 
per Peninsula of Michigan and some places 
in the Straits of Mackinac still afford 
moderately good mascalonge fishing. Wis- 
consin and Minnesota, preferably the 
former, offer the most promising waters. 
Despite the rapid advances of civilization 
in the Northwest, Wisconsin is to-day not 
without its virgin waters, and it was my 
good fortune the past September to see two 
lakes, in a country somewhat populous, as 
the term might be applied to that section, 
into which a line had never been cast, except 
from shore. I did not fish these waters, for 
I was already satisfied with my success, and 
then, too, the portage of a 200-pound row- 
boat for a full half-mile would have meant 
more than I cared, at the time, to under- 
take. I reserved the pleasure for another 
season. , 

On the subject of tackle, it may not be 
amiss to recount my own observations. 
WTien the uninitiated hears of mascalonge 
fishing he has thoughts of windlass and 
cable. I, myself, confess to the error. The 
longer one fishes for mascalonge the smaller 
grows his tackle. W T hen one can count his 
catches in two figures he is ready to make 
concessions, but never with the first one. 

The 'longe is not without strength, and if it 
is to be a tug-of-war, then adhere to the 
heavy tackle idea, although the stout line 
and powerful reel may not avail your pur- 
pose. The fish takes the bait rather ten- 
derly, and his landing depends more upon 
the handler's skill than his athletic training. 

A braided line that will stand a strain of 
eighteen pounds and even less, with a reel 
capable of comfortably accommodating fifty 
yards, will be quite sufficient. To success- 
fully fish with a line of such limited length, 
however, will depend upon the angler and 
the dexterity of the oarsman. One hundred 
yards of line and a reel of one hundred and 
fifty yards capacity is to be preferred. The 
reason is obvious. Some reel-makers have 
a way of getting more line on the spool than 
the purchaser, and when one is playing a 
'longe one hasn't the time to look to an even 
distribution. Should the day be propitious 
the additional one hundred and fifty feet of 
line will not be needed, yet with a calm lake 
and a clear sky it may enable the angler to 
force a strike, when his incessant trolling 
would otherwise go unrewarded. 

I have often heard the theory advanced 
that the mascalonge strikes in anger. It has 
been said and printed that this fish, not con- 
tent with battering the lure that trails in the 
keel w r ater, has dared strike a polished 
drinking cup when dipped into the lake. 
These battered mementoes have even been 
displayed to the , too-credulous angler in 
substantiation of the narrator's veracity. I 




stand ready and willing to concede to the 
mascalonge anything that will further por- 
tray its' gameness, but I must add that since 
it has never been my good fortune to witness 
this exhibition I am reluctant to accept it. 

It. is not fair to 
assume that age and 
the consequent in- 
crease of strength and 
self-reliance incident 
thereto will promote 
timidity in the 'longe. 
It seems only reason- 
able that the converse 
would obtain. Yet 
the two ideas are ir- 
reconcilably inconsis- 
tent, for seldom are 
big fish taken in placid 
waters. I have never 
heard even the most 
garrulous guide say 
that a perfectly calm 
lake was favorable to 
mascalonge fishing. 
On the contrary, the 
undisputed hypoth- 
esis is that the an- 
gler must have a little 
sea, or else his lure 
well back from the 
boat, if a strike is to 
result. A 'longe w r ill 
sometimes strike in 
pacific waters, but to 
get the much coveted 

big ones it is necessary to have the spoon 
not less than thirty yards away. 

While this fish is sometimes taken in deep 
water, with the bait skimming the bottom, 
the favorite places are the points and bars. 
Here the fresh-water tigers lie in wait for 
the unsuspecting pike, as they dart from lily 
pads to rushes in search of some dainty 
morsel. They feed chiefly, if not entirely, 
upon the wall-eyed pike, when this fish is 
available, and it may be noticed that the 
good pike grounds are to be found near the 
bars where the mascalonge strike may be 
looked for. Guides who have had the 
opportunity of observing and the inclination 
to observe tell me that whenever they found 
undigested fish in the stomach of a 'longe, 
it was usually wall-eyed pike. Whole pike, 


weighing as much as a pound and a half, 
have been taken from the .stomach. They 
frequently prove an attractive bait, and will 
often yield a strike when the artificial lure 
has failed. 

My friend, Arm- 
strong, and I had 
fished Wisconsin 
waters for several 
days with indifferent 
success. We had one 
six-pounder, with the 
usual pike and pick- 
erel to our credit. 
The mascalonge was 
taken by my fishing 
companion in Lake 
Julia, famous for its 
number rather than 
the size of its masca- 
longe. Big Lake is at 
the head of the Eagle 
chain. It is fed by 
the waters of Eagle 
River, which in turn 
receives its supply 
from several lakes 
many miles above. 
Strikes are not so 
plentiful in Big Lake, 
yet when strikes do 
come the angler may 
look for a formidable 

It was a bleak day 
in early September of 
last year. We were ambitious for a "big 
one " — Armstrong and I — and Emile Kloes, 
our guide, had promised it. Our lines went 
overboard at the pier and temptingly trailed 
from either side of the boat, which was 
pulled at a fair rate of speed. A frog did 
contortions at the end of my companion's 
spoon, while a bit of red flannel and a small 
piece of pickerel gullet served as an attrac- 
tion on my own. 

There is a legend, or maybe fish history, 
which, if I mistake not, has been handed 
down by our forefathers, establishing be- 
yond controversion the fact that all fish 
have a settled antipathy for an east wind. 
Whether or not this is a sedative for ill luck 
is a matter that addresses itself to the indi- 
vidual angler. and. his conscience, yet the 




theory is not without adherents, myself 
among them. 

On this particular day and for the two 
previous the wind had been coming from 
the east. The house, the conditions con- 
sidered, proved more attractive than the 
lake, and I may as well add that Emile, who 
is a conscientious fellow when it comes to 
taking your dollars, had comforted me with 
the opinion that it would be a waste of time 
to venture out. When I learned that two 
gentlemen from St. Louis had taken one 
eight-pounder, two weighing six pounds 
each and two smaller ones that did not 
come up to the legal limit from Lake Julia 
the previous afternoon, and in the face of a 
strong east wind, then I had determined to 
disregard the accepted theory that a 'longe 
will not strike while the wind blows from 
the east. 

Despite the guide's efforts to shift the 
wind, it continued from the east. It stirred 
Big Lake almost to the seasick point, and 
as the sun penetrated an occasional break 
in the heavy clouds, it reflected more rad- 
iantly the silvery beauty of the whitecaps. 

We had reached the upper end of a long 
bar at the head of Big Lake. Silently we 
paralleled the shoal water along its east side, 
nestling close to the weeds on its crest. We 
were near its end and our last hope was 
waning when the outer line, my own, tight- 
ened, and the spool rapidly played against 
my thumb, as the boat, of its own impetus 
and washed by the waves, drew out my line. 

I intuitively set the hook. 

"A submerged deadhead," ventured the 
consoling guide, bringing the boat to a 

Not a movement — not the faintest mani- 
festation of life. The boat was backed a- 
half stroke, the line meanwhile being taut. 
Then something moved. It moved again 
and the tip of my short rod was drawn six 
inches nearer the water's surface. The 
guide did not wait for orders, for he, too, 
had seen the movement. Shifting his legs 
as a signal for business, and with a stout 
stroke of the right oar, he headed for deeper 

The fish — for I was now certain it 
was something animate — responded slowly, 
sullenly. We were now fifty feet from the 
bar and still nothing to indicate the species 

of my catch. As we found deeper water, 
down went the line, for as yet there was only 
sulky submission. 

"It's a big pike," declared my com- 
panion, which opinion the guide fortified, 
as he nervously shifted his legs and bent to 
the oars. 

Then the fish refused to be led and lay 
inertly at the lake's bottom. I had, in the 
interim, regained the line the drifting boat 
had played out. Then a movement, a chal- 
lenge, and the line cut the water as if 
attached to some powder-propelled missile. 

Another interval of passiveness, of which 
I took advantage to gather in a little line. 
I was still working the reel-handle when 
that unknown something moved, fairly 
darted to the surface. 

Yard by yard the tiny silk line left the 
water, until, ye gods, a 'longe — defiant, 
tenacious, assertive, its eyes glistening and 
its massive jaws distended — leaped into air 
some seventy feet away, described a quarter 
circle and dropped back to do battle in his 
sacred lair. 

"He will go fifteen pounds or better," 
exclaimed the now excited boatman. 

A momentary stop and the fish was off 
again; not, perhaps, for more than thirty 
feet, yet it seemed twice thirty, after a glance 
at the little line remaining on the spool; 
for, not a half-dozen yards were left me. I 
tried coaxing, but the mascalonge reso- 
lutely refused to be cajoled. A sudden 
impulse seized it, not to do my bidding, and 
charge the boat, but dash it did, and in the 
opposite direction. 

"Back water," was the laconic command, 
and the oarsman's alertness alone saved me 
defeat, and forefended the freedom the fish 
so desperately sought. 

I tried my reel handle; it yielded. Foot 
by foot I drew the fish nearer the boat. I 
already felt the delights of victory, but I 
reckoned unwisely, for, another run, with 
just time for my hand to clear the handle, 
and the mascalonge was again in the air. 
The sun momentarily peeped through a 
cloud, making more lustrous the rose-tinted 
belly and the round black spots on the back- 
ground of white. 

The much-coveted moment had come — 
my camera within reach and the sun at my 
back — but the mascalonge fell from view 


with the picture machine still at my feet, Once inside the boat, it was 

untouched. I trust I may be pardoned for that my pocket scales, which had a limit of 

the omission. fifteen pounds, were of little u.-e. It was 

I might be charged with pleonasm to fully three hours later, which— perha; 

essay a further description. Suffice it to say, meant a loss of a couple of pounds, that it 

however, that the battle waged relentlessly tipped the beam at 2 2§. It measured 46 

for fifty-eight minutes by the watch. Each inches from tip to tip, ten inches spread of 

dash for liberty, each leap for freedom, was tail, 20 inches girth and 3 inches between 

but a repetition of former dashes and leaps, the eyes, while its lower jaw protruded an 

yet each had in it that indescribable some- inch beyond its upper and measured nine 

thing to impress it more vividly upon my inches. 

memory. Five times the fish went into the A storm, which had been threatening for 

air, each succeeding leap, perhaps, less an hour, now broke in all its fury, and we 

vigorous, until it floated upon the water's were forced to take refuge in a deserted 

surface, weakened, defeated. cabin. As we silently battled against the 

Then the exhausted mascalonge was heavy swells on our return, the guide bend- 
brought to the boat, and Armstrong, who, ing to his work with a light heart and 
gaff in hand, had been a silent, exultant strong arm, I rested my oar- and, half -turn- 
witness to its gameness, adroitly lifted it ing, inquired: 
beyond the pale of freedom. As it lay " And how was the wind?" 
bleeding from the knife thrust, and gasping The guide faced the east in critical 
for the life for which it had so valiantly silence, and when he replied a few moments 
fought, I owned to an ineffable regret — I later, there was just the suggestion of disap- 
wished I might give it back its life to com- pointment in his voice, a^ he said: 
pensate for the sport it had given me. "Well, a little north of east." 



THE summer sky is bright and free 
Of even a zephyr's wings; 
High on the hilltop's loftiest tree 
A redbird sits and sings. 

A cloud appears; the breezes rise; 

The cloud comes swiftly on; 
Its lightnings fill the darkened skies, 

And lo, the bird is gone. 

But raging rain, and tearing wind, 

And thunderbolt, pass by, 
Leaving their dripping wrecks behind, 

The sun regains the sky. 

And on the ruins of the tree, 

'Mid shining drops of rain, 
The redbird sits, and merrily 

Resumes his broken strain. 


Overland Cruising in Colorado 

T WAS our good fortune 
to have been asked to 
join Mrs. Cook and her 
family on a trip to 
Grand Lake, Colo., a 
distance of 150 miles by 
team from Denver, 
going by way of Ber- 
thound Pass, over the Divide and through 
North Park. Our outfit, consisting of camp- 
wagon, tents, etc., was complete. Mr. Cook 
had taken such trips in the early days, and 
if I remember right the wagon was one he 
had used in years past. He arranged for 
horses, and early on the morning of July 7 
we were off — Mrs. Cook, her son Paul and 
daughters Genevieve and Dorothy, my wife 
and I. 

As we journeyed on toward the moun- 
tains, we passed beautiful ranches with their 
orchards and truck gardens, reaching 
Mount Vernon Canon about midday, and 
succeeded in getting over Floyds Hill by 
nightfall. We had little choice of selecting 
a place for our camp ; the one thing that was 
most essential was there — a beautiful 
stream of water. After staking out our 
horses and eating our evening meal, we 
went to bed, and all found it quite necessary 
to elevate our feet instead of our heads, in 
order to keep us from sliding down into the 
stream. Floyds Hill does not sound big or 
bad, but in this the name certainly is mis- 
leading. It had been my initial experience 
driving down a mountain and I was tired. 
The cry of the coyotes and the rumbling of 
falling water in the stream below were 
soothing sounds in my ear and I slept, with 
never an attempt to finger a line or slam on 
the brake. 

Paul was up first the next morning, his 
real object being to get a view of our sur- 
roundings. Yet he did think it out of place 
to sleep after daybreak. This morning, as 
was the rule after, we were up and off before 

sunrise. Our object was to reach the foot 
of Berthound Pass by night. As we passed 
farther into the mountains their grandeur 
was more and more revealed. Early in the 
afternoon we could see the snow-covered 
peaks near by; numerous little mountain 
streams and sections of heavily timbered 
country added to the delight of that day's 
trip. At night we made camp as we had- 
expected, at the foot of the range known as 
the Continental Divide. We were at the 
fork of two streams, in a basin-like park — 
an ideal location. The growth of timber 
was very heavy; snow-covered peaks tow- 
ered all about us. 

At breakfast next morning, as the sun cast 
his now very welcome rays over the peaks, 
we beheld a grand view; indeed, one never 
to be forgotten nor possible to describe. 
You may see some very excellent pictures of 
mountain scenery, but they cannot depict 
the real beauty of the scene. It was a wild 
country, too; the baby cry of cougars, or 
mountain lions, had been heard during the 
night from the cliffs around, and near camp 
before breakfast we found fresh signs of 
deer. But Paul and I had to content our- 
selves hooking a few fine trout for breakfast. 

We were off early, hoping to reach the 
top of the Pass by midday. It was a hard 
climb and our party walked, both to relieve 
our horses and for the added pleasure the 
experience gave us. Up and up we went, 
winding and winding. Paul and I took 
turns at driving. This part of our journey 
was one of the most delightful — the view 
was always changing, the air cool, yet 
bright and sunny, snow-covered peaks to our 
right, a deep canon between. Often the 
view was one of rugged grandeur, again 
green valleys and big pine forests stretched 
out before us. Delightfully clear, cool 
springs of water were passed along the trail 
all the way up, and flowers of many varie- 
ties and in great abundance. 



We reached the summit early in the after- 
noon, where we rested and refreshed our- 
selves, and indulged in a July snowball 
fight, at an elevation about 11,000 feet, or 
practically two miles, above sea level. The 
view from this point is grander, I think, 
than from Pike's Peak. I have been over 
the Rockies at several points by railroad, 
but one cannot get such views from a car- 

In the afternoon we were off down the 
western side of the Divide and into North 
Park, stopping for some provisions at beau- 
tiful Idlewild, where the stage stops for a 
change of horses on its regular trip to Grand 
Lake and Hot Sulphur Springs. 

We camped that night, our third day out, 
at a point near Coulter's, another stage stop. 
North Park is some thirty miles long and 
about ten to fifteen miles wide, a fine grazing 
place for cattle. We found the cattle in 
many cases very wild; at times we had 
lively experiences with them. 

We experienced some bitter myced with 
the sweet on the day following : one of our 
horses showed signs of having mountain 
fever. Our movements were necessarily 
very slow that day. We expected to reach 
Grand Lake about noon, but we were glad 
indeed to get to our destination at midnight. 
About ten miles out from the lake we had 
to unhitch our sick animal, and had it not 
been for the assistance of some cowboys who 
came up we might have been left in a bad 
predicament. Miles from water, our party 
tired from the hard day's trip and our sup- 
ply of food down to rock bottom, we found 
our cowboys friends indeed. Our sick 
animal died, but we secured a horse from the 
cowboys and reached the lake, as I have 
said, late that night, and camped on the 
west shore until morning. 

After pasturing our horses, we secured 
boats and rowed across the lake to our tem- 
porary home, the Cooks' log house, which 
was built on a huge rock projecting out of 
the water on the east shore. There is a small 
settlement on the west shore of Grand Lake, 
about two and one-half miles distant across 
the lake from the Cook cottage; The lake 
is only three miles long and from one and 
one-half miles to two and one-half miles 
wide; not large, but beautifully situated, 
and its water clear as crystal and literally 

alive with mountain trout. The mountains 
slope down to the lake on the southeast side, 
also on the north. There are two fine 
streams flowing into the lake and one flow- 
ing out. These streams abound with brook, 
rainbow and other species of trout. Mount 
Baldy, set back from the lake two to three 
miles toward the east, is a grand sight, 
which changes from every point of view. 
Mr. Cook has killed many bears within a 
mile of his log cabin. The timber is ver- 
dant, and the country is practically as wild 
to-day as it ever was. 

We spent many days fishing in lake and 
streams in exploring the country. Every 
day was crowded full with new experiences. 
He who has not gone back into the moun- 
tains 75 to ioo miles from any railroad can 
scarcely imagine the feeling of absolute 
freedom and the complete restfulness ex- 
perienced on such an outing. It is worth all 
the hardship in getting there. I like to hear 
the coyotes at night, which we so often did; 
w T ould have liked better to have met one or 
two of them during the day. Often on my 
trips up the mountain I would find fresh 
signs of a bear, but he always kept going and 
going. I would hear a rattle and cracking 
of dead limbs that would give me new 
hope, but I never quite got a look at him. 
Of the deer, the does are quite tame, but 
the antlered ones always keep out of 
sight. There are lots of wild berries in 
that section, which makes it a fine feeding 
ground for bears. The country was liter- 
ally full of birds of many varieties: mag- 
pies, black-and-white, with long tail- 
feathers, were common; the thrush was the 
chief songster of the forests, at sunrise and 
sunset he sang his best; the green-tailed 
towhees sang at all times during the day; 
the meadow larks were constantly heard in 
the ravines. One day I ran across an eagle; 
he flew up and up to the highest cliff of Old 
Baldy, where he probably was guardian of 
a family. 

Before starting back, to Denver we de- 
cided to drive to Hot Sulphur Springs, a 
round trip of fifty miles, and as w r e had re- 
turned the horse w T e borrowed we made a 
bargain w r ith a cowboy for a broncho he 
was leading. I offered him thirty dollars; 
he held out for thirty-five and got it. Paul 
was sure it was a good bargain, and our 



experience afterward proved to us that it 
was — for the cowboy. We hitched the new 
"bronc" up with our city horse, and he was 
so full of life that he wanted to pull the load 
himself. We got over the first half of the 
distance in fairly good time, and then the 
broncho started to act bad. He would 
kick, bite, stop, refuse to go, drink 
muddy water along the road, refuse 
clean water, go when he pleased, and 
was altogether bad. After making many 
an honest effort to encourage him to 
be decent, even using kindness, we were 
compelled to give it up, to the great amuse- 
ment of some ranchers. Dorothy said sev- 
eral times, jokingly, "The animal is 
locoed," and we afterward found this to be 
actually the case. Fortunately, a ranch- 
man came along with a team and we bar- 
gained with him to pull us into Hot Sulphur 
Springs. Even to this Mr. Broncho seri- 
ously objected, but we were all completely 
out of patience with the animal and really 

took some delight in seeing him do some- 
thing he didn't want to; but he had to go 
along, for we had , a good, strong rope 
around Jiis neck and tightly fastened to the 
wagon. We spent two days at Hot Sulphur 
Springs, bathing in the hot sulphur water 
and tramping over the country. We tried 
to sell our broncho and get another horse, 
but, however hard we tried, we could not get 
thirty cents for the animal; indeed, the hotel 
proprietor seemed anxious that we hurry 
and depart and get the animal away from 
his horses. It is L not good for horses to asso- 
ciate with a locoed animal, I am told. We 
displayed real nerve in again hitching that 
broncho to our wagon; he would bite and 
kick and look wild-eyed, but it was sheer 
desperation on our part. We could not 
buy another horse, as we had not brought 
enough cash along and we were unac- 
quainted in those parts. We were j"up 
against" it. However, we started. Broncho 
behaved fairly well (for him) till we got 



away from the settlement. That saved our 
feelings somewhat. We still had hope that 
we might be able to make a bargain with 
some ranchman for a horse, and Mrs. 
Cook wanted to be in on the next horse 
trade. Sure enough, she asked the first 
settler we saw to sell us a horse, and, for- 
tunately, he had one he would sell. We 
struck a bargain; I gave my note for it, 
cash to be paid him at a meeting place 
agreed upon on our return trip to Denver. 
This animal proved to be all right and our 
horse-trading was practically over. I might 
mention now, however, that I sold this 
horse on our return to Denver for about 
what we paid for him. As for the locoed 
broncho, we left him at a ranch on our way 
back to Grand Lake, and in passing there on 
our way to Denver the ranchman offered 
to pay me twelve dollars for the animal, 
which was accepted without any delay. 

Our trip back to the lake was without 
special interest, further than being annoyed 
by cattle after sunset. They came toward 
us, bellowing and threatening; we had to 
handle them cowboy fashion, yelling and 
urging on our horses. At times it seemed as 
if our horses would be gored. One big bull 
came up the road and stopped in the middle 
of a small bridge that we had just started 
over. The situation looked serious, indeed, 

for a moment; dropping his big head, he 
swayed it from side to side, challenging \l& 
to come on. It was the only thing for us 
to do, so we urged our ho j, cracking 

the whip, and rushed the bridge, the bull 
giving way at the last moment. We camped 
for the night at Spetzger's, half way between 
Hot Sulphur Springs and Grand Lake. We 
reached the lake next day about noon. 

A week later Mrs. Copeland and I started 
back to Denver with the team; the C<> 
were to remain at the lake two or three 
weeks longer. Our trip back was a very 
enjoyable one; we had no load to haul and 
could make good time. We slept on hay in 
our camp-wagon, stopping for the night 
wherever we happened to be, but always 
near running water. There is no fear of 
being disturbed at night in that country; 
the common tramp is unheard of. You 
may be sure of being left entirely alone, for 
it seems to be in the atmosphere in the 
Rocky Mountains. We made the drive 
back to Denver in three days. Of course, 
to do that it was necessary to push forward 
hard and put in a full day. 

We were at the end of one of the most 
enjoyable outings we ever had. A trip of 
this kind is not without its hardships, it is 
true, but the real fun and recreation we 
enjoyed alone linger in our memory. 


Again comes Independence Day, 
With all its blare and blatant noise; 
And all the stress the day employs, 

With streets all bunting-spun and gay. 

Each heart shall pulse with quickened life 
At sight of all the flag-strewn way; 
And hail again the veterans gray, 

In rhythmic play of drum and fife. 

— Stacy E. Baker. 



THE fourth revival of the Olympiad, the 
blue ribbon of meets, which took place 
some weeks ago at old Athens, was, in 
point of number of entries, internat'onal rep- 
resentation and interest, easily the most no- 
table event in latter-day competitive athletics. 
It is to be hoped that the Olympiad is now 
a permanent institution — a sort of Mecca to 
which each nation's best will pilgrimage for 
future generations. 

As a matter of course, the paramount thing 
to Americans was the success of our team. And 
right nobly did they live up to our expectations. 
Following the example set on the three pre- 
vious occasions, notably the first meet at Athens 
ten years ago, our cracks came off with the 
lion's share of victories. And as a further 
triumph for America, Martin J. Sheridan, of 
the Irish-American Athletic Club, earned the 
title of largest individual point winner. In 
short, the Yankee team completely snowed 
under its foreign competitors with such ease 
as to demonstrate beyond peradventure and 
for all time the superior prowess of our 

The team sailed early in April on the Bar- 
barossa, under the able managership of Mr. 
"Matt" Halpin, of the New York Athletic 
Club. An otherwise uneventful trip was 
marred by a discouraging mishap in the shape 
of a gigantic wave which swept over the decks 
of the ship, seriously injuring several men. 
Among the number was J. S. Mitchel, New 
York Athletic Club, the veteran shot- putter, 
and H. L. Hillman, jr., of the same club. The 
latter was entered in the 400-metre race, and 
his chances of winning the event were con- 
sidered to be very bright. This unfortunate 
occurrence would, it was feared, seriously 
impair the strength of the team, especially 
in view of the ever-present dangers of a 
foreign climate. Subsequent events proved 
the proverbial American indifference to ad- 
versity. u • 

As will be remembered by those who eagerly 
scanned the sporting columns of daily papers, 
C. M. Daniels, New York Athletic Club, 
started the ball rolling by winning the 100- 
metre swim, after he had won his heat literally 
by a finger-nail. From then on to the finish it 
was a procession for the Americans, with the 
issue never in doubt. "Archie" Hahn, of Mil- 
waukee, took first place in the 100-metre sprint, 

negotiating the distance in n 1-5 seconds. As 
there are about sixteen hundred metres in a 
mile, the 100-metre race may be considered 
for all practical purposes the equivalent of no 
yards. Hahn showed splendid form and is un- 
doubtedly one of our best sprinters. In the 400- 
metre race (or quarter mile), Paul Pilgrim 
proved a victor. He also won the 800-metre 
run, thereby gaining the distinction of being the 
only runner to win in two events. The second 
man in this race was Lightbody, of the Uni- 
versity of Chicago, who won the same event in 
the world's record time of 1.56 at the last 
Olympia meet, at St. Louis. He redeemed him- 
self in the 1,500-metre run by vanquishing the 
much-vaunted English milers in an exciting 

Martin J. Sheridan, the particular bright 
star of the meet, distinguished himself by win- 
ning the discus (free style), the 16-pound shot- 
put and taking second place in throwing the 
14-pound stone. He also was third in the stand- 
ing broad and standing high jumps — a remark- 
able record, which stamps him as an all-around 
athlete of the highest order. In the standing 
broad jump, Ray Ewry, New York Athletic 
Club, proved best, and in the standing high he 
won again, with Lawson Robertson, of the 
Irish-American Athletic Club, next. This num- 
ber was marked by the Americans winning in 
one — two — three order. R. G. Leavitt, a 
Williams College man, was returned a winner 
in the high hurdles, and George V. Bonhag, 
Irish-American Athletic Club, walked off with 
the 1,500-metre "heel and toe." In the running 
long -jump, Myer Prinstein, from Syracuse, 
the Irish-American Athletic Club entry, dis- 
played his usual good form and won handily 
from O'Connor, England's crack. 

The event of, perhaps, greatest interest to the 
Greeks, and one in which victory was most 
keenly sought for by all concerned, was the 
Marathon race. In this contest, calling for 
special endurance and grit, the sentiment of the 
audience was plainly in favor of a Greek victory. 
It was not to be, however, as the winner 
tunrd up in a Canadian, William Sherring, 
to the intense disappointment of the Greek 

On the following page is shown a table giv- 
ing the principal events, with winners, second 
and third men, together with times and dis- 



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It is somewhat regrettable, to a thoughtful 
* ollower of the sport, that the American victory 
at Athens should have been quite so one-sided. 
As "competition is the life of trade," so only 
are closely-contested events conducive to a keen 
rivalry between athletes. Certain it is that 
interest ebbs when results are a foregone con- 
clusion. Especially is this true of international 
contests, involving great distances in traveling 
and corresponding expense. It is an open ques- 
tion whether another such overwhelming defeat 
will spur on our foreign rivals, undismayed, to 
fresh effort, or will they throw up their hands 
and concede the palm to America without 
further ado? We trust the former spirit will 
prevail. Another question comes up, espec- 
ially in the mind of a " layman," as to the whys 
and wherefore of this extraordinary state of 
affairs. Why does the American athlete excel? 
There are some who claim that the reason may 
be traced to an exceptional suitability of our 
climate for producing athletes. This sounds 
plausible, but entails much discussion. 

A trite saying, attributed to various "cap- 
tains of industry," runs something like this: 
"Specialize if you would succeed. Do one 
thing and do it well." This same maxim 
appears to obtain in modern athletics as well 
as in business. At any rate, the American 
athlete of to-day follows it to the letter. This 
country has developed some famous all-around 
athletes, but the great majority of our stars are 
specialists. Each bends ever}' energy, concen- 
trates every thought, toward the goal of per- 
fection in his chosen line of effort. The virtue 
of this is seen in the unique methods used by 
some of our best athletes, which, while the 
acme of form, are far removed from those of 
their fellow competitors, and are in each case 
admirably adapted to their individual physical 
peculiarities. This, to our mind, is the keynote 
of their success. 

On the other hand, let us take the ancient 
Greek idea. In the olden days the Athenians 
placed athletics on a high plane — indeed it was 
classed among the fine arts. Then, as now, they 
scorned a man whose arms were developed out 
of proportion to his legs. Normal but com- 
plete development of the body and versa- 
tility rather than special proficiency in the 
games was their aim. Beauty-worshippers 
always, their games were a means to an end, 
the realization of beauty in the physique. 

To the practical, matter-of-fact American, 
no doubt there is a touch of the esthetic in this 
ancient ideal of athletics, although it possesses 
a deep and inspiring significance. If it is true 
that the Greeks have carried this idea down 
through the centuries, they must exercise a 
benign influence over modern sport. 




A CAMPING launch is a boat that icombines 
/-% the advantages of a summer cottage, 
■*• ■** yacht and camp, and is superior to any of 
these in its yield of health and pleasure. It is a 
hundred times more restful than a crowded 
hotel or boarding house and affords altogether 
the most delightful way of healthfully spending 
a summer under God's blue tent. 

What a difference from life in a flat in a 
crowded city, that counterfeit of a home, which 
is neither home nor habitation. The present- 
day business man in a large city, cooped up 
within narrow walls in a vitiated atmosphere, 
harassed with business cares and irritable 
nerves, can find no better solace for mind and 
body than the rest and freedom of a houseboat. 
But a houseboat with an engine in it is better. 
It affords a splendid opportunity of breathing 
ozone, of seeing the sky and the waters, the 
green fields and all the beauties of nature. 

Even life in a cottage in the country is 
monotonous compared with life on a camp 
launch, with its everchanging landscape, afford- 
ing the most enjoyable means of getting away 
from oneself, which a continual change of scene 

In the self-propelling houseboat we have in 
mind, one breakfasts and dines in new scenes 
continually. In addition, it imparts the tone of 
rest and comfort, the pure air, the cool nights 
and the opportunity for adventure by going 
ashore when and for as long as one likes, and the 
complete freedom from physical or mental 
fatigue, by having at hand everywhere all the 
comforts of home. 

In yachts the narrow quarters due to the 
exigencies of sea-going craft, sea-sickness, the 
danger of shipwreck and the monotony of long 
voyages offset the pleasure of change of scene, 
while, on the other hand, the houseboat or 
camping launch sails in sheltered waters on 
summer seas, penetrates ideal channels and 
bayous, affording the incomparable delights of 
an amphibious life, where the voyagers may 
practically sojourn in the woods as well as on 
the water. 

The pleasures of camp life in the woods, of 
long canoe trips on inland rivers, are undoubt- 
edly great, but they have to be paid for by hard 
work and many discomforts, all of which are 

eliminated by means of the motor-propelled 
houseboat. This is a movable summer home, 
which carries not only the shelter, bed, kitchen 
and supplies, bath tub, icebox and wash-stands, 
but also the whole camping party. 

It seems an extraordinary thing that ever 
since Noah blazed the way for an idle life on the 
water, it is only within the last few years that it 
has been possible to obtain a self-propelling 
houseboat of light draught. The law of progres- 
sion towards a given ideal is by means of the 
aberrations or extreme experiments of the idea 
that is sought to be realized. In breaking away 
from the costly and cramped quarters of the 
yacht, we first encounter the unwieldy house- 
boat, that, having no motive power of its own, 
must remain where it is anchored until it is 
moved to a new location by a tugboat. This kind 
of craft, while roomy and convenient to live in, 
is only a floating home, a house standing on a 
foundation of water instead of dry land. 

The other extreme is the fast-running motor 
boat, a complicated specialty of racing craft, 
the logical development of the automobile and 
built for speed only, launch racing being the 
reason for their existence. They are built to 
carry the powerful engines that propel them and 
have no accommodations for living on board. 

What the holiday-seeking public, of limited 
time and money, demand is a camping launch 
that will give good accommodation for a family 
party to ensure comfortable life afloat and hav- 
ing an engine not too heavy for a very light 
draught craft, yet capable of driving the boat six 
or eight miles an hour. The gasoline motor, 
with its cheap fuel, solves the problem, as it 
does away with the too heavy and altogether 
too bulky steam engine, boilers and coal bunk- 
ers of the old-time yacht. 

W r e have given some thought to the problem 
of how the ideal camping launch should be con- 
structed and submit herewith a plan of what we 
regard as a comfortable, economical, self-pro- 
pelling houseboat cruiser. This particular craft 
is 36 feet over all by 12 feet beam and draws 
only 2 feet of water; not too large a boat for the 
father of a family to navigate himself. If the 
expense be not too great, a cook or man-of -all- 
work can be employed to lighten the inevitable 
daily task. 

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The cabin structure as a whole is conceived 
with great skill, as the result of long experience 
in designing similar craft. It is divided into 
three separate compartments — a fore cabin, an 
engine room and galley, and a rear or main 
cabin, all having a full headroom of 6 feet 3 
inches. The fore cabin contains two full-length 

The exterior view of the launch shows each 
section of the cabin provided with two large 
windows, thus giving ample light and ventila- 
tion to the interior. The top of the cabin has a 
railing around it and an awning can be spread 
converting it into an open-air parlor. The boat 
can be steered either from the forward end of 


Suitable for a long cruise on inland waterways, and having a speed of eight to ten miles an hour and comfortable 

living quarters for a family party 

luxurious berths or transoms and two hanging 
closets. .The transoms have hatches on top, so 
as to be used for storage. This section makes a 
very comfortable double stateroom. 

The intermediate section contains the engine, 
galley, toilet, and one full-length transom for 
the use of the cook. The engine may be either 
of 10 or 15 horse-power, and of the two-cycle or 
four-cycle variety, as preferred, the two-cycle 
being only half the cost of the four-cycle type. 
A 10 horse-power engine will drive the boat 
eight miles an hour and a 15 horse-power engine 
from ten to twelve miles an hour. 

The main cabin has two extension berths, 
which on occasion can accommodate two per- 
sons each; thus, the launch will accommodate 
seven persons in all. There are also two hang- 
ing lockers, a bureau or sideboard and a space 
for a writing table between the bureau and the 
berth. This cabin is also the dining-room, a 
dining table being provided. It communicates 
directly with the open deck aft, which is covered 
with an awning and can be used as an open-air 
dining-room, if necessary. 

the top deck or from the lower deck aft. The 
freeboard at the bow is 4 feet 5 inches, at the 
waist 2 feet 7 inches and at the stern 2 feet 9 

The cost of building this launch in oak frame, 
cedar planking, plain finish, would be, including 
plumbing, but excluding furnishing and equip- 
ment, about $1,700. The engine, of the two- 
stroke variety, 10-horse power, would cost S400. 
The equipment, including anchors, steering 
apparatus, etc., would cost Si 10. The furnish- 
ings, including cooking outfit, china, glass, mir- 
rors, bedding, bureau, desk, etc., $175, and 
navigation equipment $65 more, or $2,450 in all. 
If a greater speed than eight miles an hour is 
desired, a 15 horse-power engine would cost 

With a floating home of this description the 
owner can go practically anywhere his fancy 
dictates. He can cruise up the Hudson and, 
by means of the ''Northern" Canal, enter 
Lake Champlain and sailing on through the 
Richelieu River reach the St. LawTence, when 
he can, by virtue of the splendid system of locks 



and canals, circumnavigate the rapids of this 
most scenic of rivers and reach the ever-charm- 
ing Lake of the Thousand Isles at the foot of 
Lake Ontario. 

If ambitious of further exploration he can sail 
to Toronto and have the boat hauled by rail to 
Penetang on Georgian Bay, to avoid the long 
voyage thither via Detroit and the St. Clair 
River. In a few years the Trent Valley Canal 
will be opened from Lake Ontario, via Peterboro 
and the Kawartha Lakes and River Severn, to 
Georgian Bay, which will affort a short route 
along the most picturesque waterway in the 
world, thus saving a distance of five hundred 

Once afloat amid the 30,000 islands of Lake 
Huron, the enraptured vogager will wish for 
eternal summer, so amazingly beautiful is the 
island scenery. Here, bathed in an ocean of 
dry, clear air, full of ozone and sailing over a 
sunlit sea of immaculate transparency, he can 
cruise amid endless islands covered with maple, 
pine, juniper, sumac, golden-rod, blue daisies 
and blueberries. 

The Great Lakes furnish a limitless field for 
summer exploration, and for those who desire 
to escape the Northern winter there is the trip to 
New Orleans via the canal system of Ohio from 
Lake Ontario to Cincinnati. At Cincinnati the 
Ohio is entered, and one may drift down the 
river until the Mississippi is reached. Along the 
lower reaches of the latter river the gun and the 

rod will supply the table with a variety of food, 
not to mention the wild fruits to be obtained 
from the banks. 

In the bayous of the Gulf of Mexico oysters 
and shrimp are plentiful, and bears, wild tur- 
keys, deer/possum and ducks abound. Hugging 
the western shore of Florida, an archipelago of 
islands is entered south of Tampa. Then comes 
Key West and its outlying islands, affording a 
safe route around the extreme end of the penin- 
sula. Beginning with the Indian River, there is 
an inland route safe for boats of the lightest 
draught right up to New York. The route runs 
from Jacksonville to Charleston inside the sea 
island of Georgia. From Charlestown to Beau- 
fort, N. C, there is a short stretch of outside 
cruising, but this negotiated, it is all inside sail- 
ing, through Core Sound, Pamlico Sound, 
Albemarle Sound and thence by canal across 
Virginia to Norfolk. The noble Chesapeake 
Bay affords fine sailing to Chesapeake City. 
Here you enter a canal that crosses the States of 
Maryland and Delaware and arrive at Delaware 
City on the Delaware River. Up the Delaware 
to Bordentown is the next stage, where the boat 
enters the Delaware and Raritan Canal for New 
Brunswick and thence to New York. 

There are altogether some twenty thousand 
miles of navigable waterways within the United 
States. The possibilities for extended river 
recreation surpass those of any other country on 
the globe. 

the other extreme is the fast-running motor boat 

This is the "Laugh a Lot," which was described on page 561 in the June number of this magazine — It has a 

guaranteed speed of 20 miles an hour 

A Plea For Honesty 

In a recent editorial we protested against 
the habit of dishonest dealers in palming off 
upon the public any sort of a substitute in place 
of the food the innocent purchaser thinks he 
is buying, and this protest was made on the 
ground of simple honesty. 

It is high time that we return to the old- 
fashioned ideas of integrity, and the sooner we 
do so the better it will be for everybody. But 


is not by any means confined to the manufac- 
turers of adulterated food, or even to fishermen. 

So accustomed are we to consider the anglers' 
tales as fiction that we commonly call an 
exaggerated account of anything a "fish story." 
But it is not well to be too hard upon the 
fishermen, God bless them. They are a genial, 
whole-souled lot of fellows and they really 
believe that the fish that got away was the 
biggest one ever seen, besides which their 
lies are harmless and prompted by enthusiasm 
for the sports and a desire to entertain their 

The fishermen's lies, on the whole, are com- 
mendable, but when a man lies regarding 
scientific facts he is committing a serious crime 
against education, progress and all of those 
things which should be considered sacred. 

When a man goes up North with a bunch of 
guides, and sits in his tent all day "smoking 
his pipe of clay" while the guides do the hunt- 
ing, then when this same man brings out a lot 
of game, which his guides have killed for him, 
and, not content with that, writes a book upon 
the trip telling how he killed the game (he 
never killed) and describes part of the country 
(he never visited), he is committing a more 
serious crime than the poor fool of a financier 
who substitutes oleomargarine for butter. 

We have seen a dozen men come out of the 
woods, each of them with the full quota of 
game allowed by the law, and, to our personal 
knowledge, not one of them was within five 
miles of the game when it was shot. Not satis- 
fied with this, one man paid a guide $30 for 
the privilege of shooting a bear, which was at 
the time fast in a trap, and $5 apiece for two 

deer which the guide killed for him. The last 
deer was killed while we were eating breakfast 
with this great ( ?) hunter, and yet he is to-day 
proudly pointing to the bearskin rug and the 
upholstered heads of those poor animals as 
trophies of his own skill in woodcraft and 
hunting, when the truth is if you would take 
him a hundred yards in the woods and turn 
him around two or three times, he would be as 
much lost as if he were dropped from a balloon 
in the centre of a primeval forest. But this is 
not the most serious charge we have against 


As head-hunters they have caused a rivalry 
among others of their class to produce 
record-breaking heads of big game. The 
demand for such things has made the supply 
and the taxidermist's skill has produced compos- 
ite heads which are truly record-breakers. 
There is a bighorn head of this description 
which has created a great deal of comment 
and been greatly admired by scientific men, 
yet this much-talked-of head originally be- 
longed to more than one sheep. 

It would probably be true if we stated that 
every one of the record-breaking heads is a 

It is a common practice among the woods- 
men to increase the spread cf the horns by 
braces while the heads are still fresh. In some 
cases this is done by sawing the skull in half 
and then fitting it together again in such a way 
as to increase the spread of the horns. Without 
going into detail, there are numerous methods 
by which an expert taxidermist can produce a 
record-breaker. They do not hesitate to take 
parts of different heads and make a composite 
one to meet the desire on the part of the head- 
hunter for a record-breaker. This may be 
news to the general public, and news to a few 
of the scientists who have honestly accepted 
such heads as genuine, but it is no news to the 
old hunters from the mouth of the Mackenzie 
River down to the Maine woods and from the 
Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, and its publica- 
tion will only cause a wink and a smile among 
the taxidermists who concoct these monstrosi- 



We protest in the name of decency against any 
sort of fake which tends to mislead people on 
scientific matters. These cheats should all be 
individually exposed. 


is a serious subject and its study is so intimately 
connected with the very source of our own 
existence that no human has a right to trifle 
with it. Our old friend Wallace, the taxider- 
mist, who had a dark, mysterious shop where 
the Brooklyn Bridge crosses one of the small 
streets back of the Bowery, was an adept at 
making strange and curious animals, but he 
never attempted anything which would mis- 
lead any one with a rudimentary knowledge 
of nature. He made gorillas about ten or 
twelve feet high of bear skins, and they were 
fearsome creatures, but no one was expected 
to take these things seriously. They occupied 
the place in the taxidermist's art that the cari- 
cature does in the illustrator's art. Some of the 
taxidermists of to-day, however, are 


and do not hesitate to palm off their "green 
goods" even on scientific societies. It would 
be a much less serious thing to the public in 
general if they would palm off counterfeit 
money, because the injury they do in progress 
and education cannot be measured in dollars 
and cents. But let not the reader put all the 
blame upon the few dishonest taxidermists. 
It would never have occurred to these men to 
prostitute their art had not a lot of head-hunters 
bribed them by offering exorbitant prices for 
record heads. 

While on the topic of city men let loose in 
the wilds, we might say that one 


has been utterly exterminated within the last 
few years. The mere fact that the range of 
this caribou was so accessible and that it carried 
a head and antlers of such beauty and sym- 
metry would lead one to suppose that the 
ordinary civilized man and sportsman in 
general would be chary about its total destruc- 
tion. But the Rangijer stonei was only dis- 
covered about six or seven years ago by Mr. 
Andrew J. Stone. Its habitat is on the Kenai 
Peninsula, and consists of a small range of 
bald hills which rise just above timber line. 
So small is the range that the hunter may 
traverse this whole district in two days' hunting. 
Yet the fact remains that everywhere, em- 
blazoned (by himself) on the trees at the timber 

line, is the name of a well-known man who 
not only aided, but hastened, the extermination 
of these fine animals. In one of his camps a 
magnificent bull's head, useless as a trophy, as 
it was in the velvet, was found at a time when 
these animals were reduced to one very small 
band. Yet this man is heralded all over the 
land as a Nimrod and is, apparently, proud of 
his record and the part he took in the extermi- 
nation of this unique species of caribou. 

We are convinced that the only thing that 
can stop such wanton destruction is to 


to a point where they will look with contempt 
upon such butchers who now pose as sports- 
men; and as a warning to the younger genera- 
tion, Recreation states that no matter where 
a man commits his deeds of slaughter, whether 
it be in the Arctic Circle or in the Tropic Zone, 
at some time some other man will cut his trail, 
and while, it may not be good taste for a maga- 
zine to publish the names of the pot-hunters, 
they may rest assured that the secrets which 
they considered buried in the wilderness are 
told to-day over the cigars in the clubs of all 
the big cities and their names are known 
to all those interested in real sport and ad- 

In conclusion, it is refreshing to see that a 
healthy sentiment has already sprung up 
among real sportsmen, and that in one of the 
Western States a man, of his own accord, ap- 
peared before a magistrate and asked to be 
fined for an infraction of the game laws which 
he had committed some time previous. The 
astonished magistrate was accommodating, 
the man paid his fine of $39 and went his way 
to sin no more. 


It is a mistake to suppose that the manu- 
facturers of arms are not in favor of game pro- 
tection. These people all know that the sale 
of their goods is largely dependent upon the 
abundance of game, and they are, one and all, 
enthusiastic supporters of all laws made for 
the protection of our wild creatures. Many of 
the arms people are themselves sportsmen and 
thoroughly understand the necessity of stringent 
legislation for the protection and preservation 
of the game they so dearly love to hunt; besides 
which, they are all of them wise business men 
or they never would have made the great 
success they have in their trade, and, being 
wise, they know that it is to their own 
financial interests that the game should be 


Propagating Ruffed Grouse 

In his report, dated Dec. i, 1905, to the 
Massachusetts Commission of Fisheries and 
Game, Prof. Clifton F. Hodge, of Clark Uni- 
versity, Worcester, who has gained notoriety 
through his experiments in domesticating 
ruffed grouse, stated that the grouse he had in 
captivity for the commission were very easily 
brought through the previous winter. For 
housing they were given the choice of a large 
flying cage filled with trees and brush, and 
sunny compartments on the south side of a 
small building, also filled with branches of 
different trees. In severe weather they were 
observed to spend the days mainly in the 
building, wallowing in the dry earth with 
which the floor was covered, or perched about 
in the branches. The nights were always 
passed outside, either perched in the trees or 
within their extensive snow burrows. 

Water was provided daily, but there was no 
evidence that they touched it while snow was 
on the ground. On the other hand, they were 
seen frequently eating snow. 

For food they were constantly given free 
choice of as large a variety as possible. Bud- 
ding brush of apple, black cherry, poplar, 
maple, willow, spruce, oak, chestnut and some 
others were liberally supplied, and they were 
observed to bud mainly on poplar and apple. 
They were also frequently observed to eat 
the dry brown leaves — oak, apple and chestnut 
— with which they were supplied. Rose hips 
and thorn apples were eagerly eaten, and the 
berries of black alder were taken sparingly. 
Their main foods, however, consisted of seeds 
and grains — corn, kaffir corn, sunflower seeds, 
wheat, rye, buckwheat, millet, oats and barley. 
Oats and barley were eaten sparingly; peas and 
beans were refused. Sunflower seeds, kaffir 
corn, corn, buckwheat and wheat were pre- 
ferred in the order given. The birds also ate 
all the acorns and chestnuts that could be pro- 
cured, and also quantities of cranberries, 
apples and cabbage, with which they were 
always supplied. 

In the spring their yard was spaded, freshly 
sodded in part and the rest thickly planted with 
ferns from the woods, mosses, wintergreen 
and sweet fern. So eager were the grouse for 

the fresh fern leaves — although they had cab- 
bage, lettuce, plantain and many other growing 
plants — that among the scores of large clumps 
planted in the enclosure not a frond was 
allowed to unroll. From this Prof. Hodge 
infers that the tender fern buds must form a 
staple article of food for the grouse in the early 

Only one of the birds reared from the egg 
was a cock. He was large and vigorous, and 
from the time that he first began to strut in 
September his captor expected daily to hear 
him drum. However, the fall and winter 
passed, and about the middle of February the 
strutting began afresh, but no sign of drumming. 
The other cock, captured the fall before, but 
tame and entirely at home in the enclosure, 
began persecuting his rival. He was therefore 
put in a cage by himself some distance from 
the rest. "I hoped in this way," Prof. Hodge 
continues, "to ascertain the motive of the 
grouse in drumming. If the lone cock drummed, 
it might indicate either a mate call or a male 
challenge. If the other cock answered, it 
would suggest the male challenge. However, 
nothing happened, and as the middle of April 
approached I was about ready to conclude 
that probably both cocks were yearlings, and 
that they would not drum in captivity or with- 
out instruction from the birds in the wild. 
Just at this juncture a letter from Mr. J. B. 
Battelle was received, in which he stated that 
his ruffed grouse (captured birds) never 
drummed in captivity, because, as he thought, 
the hens were left with the cocks. Accordingly 
as a last resort, I shut up all the hens. The 
cock was greatly excited, and ran eagerly about 
searching for his mates; then, almost before I 
had time to take in the situation, he sprang 
to the top of a bit of stone wall, and, stretching 
himself up to full height, began to drum. As 
the wings moved faster he slipped off, and 
finished his first performance on the ground. 
This was April 14, and three days later the 
first egg of the season was laid. For about 
three weeks he continued to drum whenever 
the hens were shut up, but never when they 
were with him. During a drumming bout he 
would perform about once in three minutes, 
the act itself lasting from twelve to fifteen 



seconds. Numerous photographs were taken, 
but after the first two or three days the cock 
became so pugnacious that he would stop 
drumming to fight, if any one (except a certain 
little girl) came near the enclosure. 

"By spring the flock consisted of three hens 
and two cocks. One of the hens had been 
reared from the egg; the others had been 
captured the fall before. Only the hen reared 
from the egg laid. As just stated, the first 
egg was found April 17. This was dropped 
on the floor. The hen then made her nest in 
the most secluded corner of the house — an 
ordinary hen's nest, in fact — and laid the 
remaining nine eggs of her clutch in this. The 
last egg was laid May 3, and May 4 she was 
found brooding. Five of the eggs hatched 
vigorous, normal chicks on the morning of May 
27, making the incubation period twenty-four 
days. Nearly mature chicks were found in the 
other eggs. 

"I was unfortunately obliged to be away 
when the brood came off, and for some days 
before. A letter received from Mr. Battelle on 
the eve of my departure stated that if, as the 
weather got warm, 'the hen spends a good deal 
of time off the eggs, do not be alarmed. She 
knows better than we whether she is over- 
heating her eggs or not.' I regretted my neglect 
to show this letter to the one who was left in 
charge at first, but have since contented myself 
with the thought that the lesson was worth the 
price. The hen was thought to have deserted 
her nest; five of the eggs were slipped under a 
brooding bantam, the hen returned to her task 
and just five of the eggs hatched. Which five is 
not altogether certain, but probably the five 
that were not cooked under the bantam, 
although I have had no trouble with bantam 
hens in hatching the eggs. There is probably 
some difference in the body temperature of the 
two birds, though I have not tested this matter. 

"The cocks of the ruffed grouse are evidently 
polygamous. I observed the 'wild' cock 
mate with the two 'wild' hens. The hens, 
however, permitted mating but once, and after 
mating, if left together, the cock will peck the 
hen to death. Mr. Battelle writes me that he 
had a hen killed in this way, 'her skull being 
pecked as bare as a billiard ball.' I therefore 
watched the pair very closely after seeing them 
mate, to ascertain whether Mr. Battelle's was 
an exceptional case. The pair got along 
peaceably for three days, but early in the 
morning of the fourth day I found the cage 
filled with plucked feathers, and the hen's 
skull pecked 'bare as a billiard ball' Had I 
been a few minutes later, she would probably 
have been killed. I put about forty fine silk 
stitches in the mangled scalp, under antiseptic 

precautions, and the hen was apparently as well 
as ever. The above would indicate that mating 
occurs but once in a season, that the cocks drive 
the hens away after mating, and that probably 
the drumming is for the purpose of attracting 
unmated hens. 

"My permit for the year allowed me to take 
seven eggs. Mr. M. Leticq had under permit 
captured a brooding ruffed grouse and made 
the experiment of removing the bird and nest 
to his yard, to see if she might not continue 
sitting and bring off her brood. Not wishing to 
risk all the sixteen eggs at first, Mr. Leticq 
brought me ten, and had them put under a 
bantam. The grouse hen deserted and soon 
died, so these eggs were made to serve my pur- 
pose. I simply wished to have some eggs hatch- 
ing about the time my own would come off, 
so that, in case those laid in confinement were 
not fertile the first year, I could give the grouse 
hen some chicks to bring up. Since the eggs 
laid in captivity proved fertile, the chicks from 
• these eggs, all of which hatched, were allowed 
to remain with the bantam hen. 

"Rearing the young birds for the first three 
weeks was, aside from extra precautions in 
preparing the foods, practically as easy as 
rearing so many bantam chicks. They grew 
rapidly, and, the weather at first being favor- 
able, developed into apparently hardy, vigor- 
ous specimens, perfectly clean and free from 
vermin or disease. They were given the run 
of the large cage, and sought the shelter of the 
house at night. At the end of a week they could 
fly short distances, and when two weeks old 
began to roost by themselves, instead of brood- 
ing with the hens. In fact, they roosted in the 
branches with which the house was filled, 
alongside their respective mothers. 

"The grouse mother was quiet, and at first 
brooded her chicks much more than the hen. 
She never scratched, was extremely solicitous 
of her brood — so actively so that it was neces- 
sary, after a first accidental encounter with the 
bantam hen, to protect the hen from her. 
She was not seen to offer her chicks an insect, 
maggot or other morsel of food, as hens do; 
but this was not necessary, since the chicks 
were perfectly able to feed themselves. She 
was also never seen to partake of any of the 
food provided for the young. She was in every 
respect a model mother. The contrast between 
the bustling, blustering, scratching hen — a 
bottomless pit for maggots or custard — and 
the gentle partridge, emphasizes the point 
that as quiet hens as can be obtained should be 
selected for rearing the grouse chicks; but after 
doing this, and after trying all sorts of schemes 
for inducing the hen to brood her chicks as 
much as possible, I often felt that I would like 

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to amputate her scratching legs close up to her 
head. Still, in spite of the hen's fussiness, all 
the chicks throve for the first three weeks. 

" About June 20 we had a severe, cold rain. 
The chicks were carefully housed and did not 
get wet. Still, they showed signs of being 
chilled, and went back to brooding again. 
They were now too large to find shelter under 
the hen, though the partridge could cover her 
five. To cut a long story short, all but one of 
the chicks (one belonging to the grouse hen) 
took sick and died during the storm or within a 
few days after. 

"Fortunately, Prof. W. E. D. Scott happened 
to visit me at this time, and he freely gave me 
the benefit of his long and successful experience 
in rearing and especially in feeding young wild 
birds. He also referred me to Dr. George 
Creswell, the leading English authority on 
bird hygiene. All the symptoms as well as 
bacteriological tests made in my laboratory 
by Miss Anna A. Schryver and Mr. Charles 
W. Miller left little doubt that acute septic* 
fever was the cause of death in all cases. 
According to Dr. Creswell, the feeding of egg 
is the most fruitful source of septic fever in all 
sorts of wild and cage birds. It seems that this 
food is too rich, or is not well absorbed, and the 
part which remains unassimilated in the intes- 
tine forms the best possible food for the germs 
of septic fever to grow in. If the weather is 
fine, and the bird has plenty of exercise in the 
fresh air, this may not result seriously; but let 
the bird encounter some unfavorable condi- 
tion — get chilled or wet, or be confined for a 
day or two — and it is dead almost before we 
notice that there is anything the matter with it. 
I think the principles here involved may prove 
of great value in rearing young pheasants and 
turkeys and a number of other birds. In case 
I am able to attempt the rearing of partridge 
chicks again next spring, I feel reasonably 
certain that, barring accidents, I can bring 
to maturity every chick hatched. I shall substi- 
tute 'ants' eggs,' and a great variety of insects 
obtained by sweeping the grass with insect nets, 
for custard and all forms of egg food, use as 
much coarse foods — greens and fruits — as 
possible and carefully avoid overfeeding. 
While I regret most keenly the loss of our 
beautiful flock of young birds, I feel that the 
lesson learned is worth the cost many times 
over. I think, in fact, that it will definitely 
insure the success of our experiment in the 
artificial propagation of the ruffed grouse. 

"It only remains for me to add that on 
October 1 my entire flock of tame grouse was 
poisoned. The poison used was white arsenic, 
which was pasted over fragments of acorn 
kernels and thrown into the grouse enclosure. 

All the birds came through the summer well, 
and ."were in perfect health and feather. A 
quantity of the poisoned acorns was gathered 
in the enclosure, and chemical tests leave no 
doubt as to the poison used. Fragments of the 
fatal acorns were found in all the dead birds. 
The greatest obstacle which I encountered in 
my work was the plague of uncontrolled cats 
which infested the neighborhood. In attempt- 
ing to keep my premises clear of these pests I 
must have incurred the spite of some un- 
principled person, with the result above stated. 
"I have, however, accomplished the chief 
objects of our experiment. I have succeeded 
in rearing the ruffed grouse to maturity from 
the egg, have been enabled to study in detail 
the foods, habits, instincts and character of 
the species as it has never been studied before, 
and I have demonstrated that the grouse will 
mate and rear young in conditions of domesti- 
cation. I had hoped to go one step farther, and 
show that this could be done on a considerable 
scale, and rear a number of the birds which 
the commission could use for purposes of fur- 
ther propagation. I had also some correspond- 
ence with reference to sending some of the birds 
to England, for purposes of introduction and 
experiment there; and also with reference to 
placing pairs of the tame grouse on country 
estates from which they had been exterminated 
where they would be carefully protected and 
encouraged to increase. All these plans will now 
have to await the rearing of another flock, 
which I hope to do next spring." 

British Columbians Busy 
The Fish and Game Club, of Victoria, B.C., 
seems to be doing good work. A short time 
ago a deputation waited upon Senator Temple- 
man and represented that the lakes of the 
island near the capital were being fished rather 
too hard for the natural increase to stand the 
strain; and, in consequence, the Senator 
induced the Fishery Department officials to 
set aside some 250,000 trout fry for distribution 
in the lakes nearest the centers of population. 
This, in itself, was evidence that the association 
is alive, but it has done much useful work in 
other directions. It is now highly dangerous 
for fish and game dealers to have fish or game 
on hand in contravention of the law in the city 
of Victoria. The slaughter of grouse and deer 
has been very great in the past, and nothing 
but the population has saved the game and 
fish from extermination, but it looks as though 
the past bad days are gone, and the future is 
promising. No part of the continent has at 
present so much game as British Columbia. 
If such independent, energetic bodies as the 



Victoria Fish and Game Club are multiplied in 
the Province, it will have enough and to spare 
for natives and visitors alike. 

And yet some of the residents of Victoria and 
its neighboring districts are so thick as not to 
see which way their bread is buttered. 

Secretary Musgrave, of the British Columbia 
Fish and Game Club, announces the arrival of 
a consignment of the great capercailzie, or 
caper pheasant, from Great Britain, for distri- 
bution upon Vancouver Island and the main- 

A good specimen of the caper pheasant weighs 
from eight to twelve pounds; a blue grouse of the 
weight of four pounds is considered a big bird, 
so that by comparison it is possible to form a 
fairly approximate idea of the size of the caper. 
Obviously, therefore, he will form a valuable 
addition to British Columbia's stock of game 

The problem will be the protection of the 
stock. A flying game bird of the size of a caper- 
cailzie would prove a very tempting mark to pot 
hunters. What would the man or boy who 
acknowledges allegiance to neither law nor con- 
science — whose conscience has perhaps never 
been developed at all — of whom it is surmised 
there may be some in British Columbia, do 
under similar circumstances ? 

We suspect, also, from the history of the 
caper, that after the manner of all fowls of 
gigantic growth, he is not prolific. Although he 
withdrew himself to the farthermost wilds of 
the United Kingdom, he was at one time all but 
extinct. By fostering care and assiduous pro- 
tection he is becoming common again. Never- 
theless his tribe cannot be shot in thousands by 
the sportsmen of Great Britain, as is the case 
with the ordinary grouse of the moors. 

British Columbia ought to be well suited to 
the nature of the immigrants. They should do 
well indeed, and increase and multiply if given 
a chance. If every sportsman makes them a 
special object of his solicitude and care they 
will have a chance. 

Missouri Law Upheld 
The Supreme Court of Missouri has upheld 
the game law that was passed as the Walmsley 
bill by the Missouri Legislature during the 
1904-1905 session. The decision was on a test 
case brought from the St. Louis courts. Last 
fall some of the St. Louis dealers decided to test 
the validity of the law and Fred Heger openly 
offered for sale a few game birds. He was 
arrested on a charge of violating the game law 

and the case was tried in the Circuit Court at 
St. Louis and then appealed to the State Su- 
preme Court. The case was argued before the 
Supreme Court, which decided that the section 
of the law which prohibits the selling and ship- 
ment of game birds protected by the law is con- 

State Game Parks Increase 

McLean County, 111., is to have a state 
game preserve similar to that recently opened 
near Auburn in Sangamon County. The entire 
stretch of timberland known as Funk's Grove, 
comprising 3,000 acres, has been tendered to 
the State by the owners, and will be leased for 
the propagation of game, rent free. The work 
of stocking it with quail, pheasants and wild 
turkeys will be commenced at once under the 
direction of the State Game Warden. It is 
interesting to note that the State Game Com- 
mission is taking a census of the prairie 
chickens in the various counties, and that this 
shows the birds are not in immediate danger 
of extinction, due largely to their protection by 
the farmers. It is unlawful to kill prairie 
chickens in Illinois until 1909. 

Ducks in Wisconsin 

A letter from a subscriber in La Crosse, 
Wis., brings the information that the new law 
prohibiting spring shooting in that State is 
already snowing good results. In April and 
early May, seemingly conscious of the security 
afforded them, thousands of ducks made the 
marshes between the north and south sides of 
the city of La Crosse their feeding grounds. 

Deer for Tennessee 

The Belle Meade herd of deer, which were 
owned by the estate of General W. H. Jackson, 
in Belle Meade County ,Tenn., have been bought 
by subscription and turned over to the State 
Department of Game, Fish and Forestry, and 
subsequently turned out to roam the hills as 
State property. 

Deer are protected by law in Tennessee for 
the next two years, and the parties interested 
in the - purchase of the Belle Meade herd 
believe that, with the protection they will have 
from Colonel J. H. Ackler, the State Game 
Warden, these deer will distribute themselves 
over a wide section and acquire the necessary 
ability to take care of themselves by the time 
the law is off. 


Where the Bass Bite 


Five years ago I went on an exploring trip to 
Temagami. Five not overlong years, and yet 
in the interval hotels have arisen, steam launches 
taken the place of birchbarks, and the noble 
redman learned to know his value. Why? 
Because in Temagami and its companion lakes, 
Lady Evelyn and Obabika, there is about the 
best bass-fishing of the continent. If any fault 
may be found it is that the fishing is too good. 
The bass are so eager that they take almost any 
bait, and like all else that comes easily, the bass- 
fishing may prove somewhat wearying. Yet 
this is a good fault; an excellent fault — for it is 
so easy to leave the bass alone and do some- 
thing else for awhile; to lay the rod aside until 
the old twitching of the muscles of the right 
arm shows that the surfeit has passed off and 
that we are once more keen and ready to do 

For beauty of a quiet, peaceful kind I cannot 
imagine anything to surpass Temagami. It 
was the Algonquin heaven, ,and a very pretty 
paradise it is. Clear water, rocky, pine-clad 
shores and islands, and a pure, germless air 
that makes it the Mecca of the hay fever sufferer, 
for here he is absolutely certain of a respite- 
Moreover, it is so easily reached: Take your 
parlor car at Toronto, and run through to 
North Bay, and after a good night's rest, trans- 
fer to the branch line, and in a few hours you 
get off at the eastern arm of the great lake and 
find a good hostelry awaiting your honorable 
presence. Everything you should need may be 
had here, though the dyed-in-the-wool sports- 
man will certainly have brought many things 
with him, some few of which he had, perchance, 
better left behind. 

Seventeen miles farther on you will find a most 
picturesque inn ready to offer you the hospitality 
of the woods, than which nothing is more satis- 
fying. By this time you will have left your 
delicate, ladylike appetite behind and be quite 
ready to eat anything from fried lake trout to 
moose steaks. 

Here some married men leave their wives, 
while others prefer to take them along, and 
certainly if a woman likes the simple life there 
is no need to divide the party. From Temagami 

Island the canoe routes radiate to every point 
of the compass, and you may make your trip 
one of a few hours' duration or extend it 
through a long summer. The canoe can pene- 
trate to the uttermost parts of this delightful 
country, and if you are not adept at managing 
these graceful, frail craft you may enlist the 
services of skilful Algonquin canoemen, men 
who will tackle the worst stretch of white, rock- 
strewn river, and master it with scarcely an 
effort. It is always pleasant to see a master at 
work, and these poor Indian trappers are the 
very finest canoemen the world has produced. 
Pity it is they are so few. 

When I first visited Temagami, things were 
different. We went in by way of the portage 
from Haileybury, and followed the Montreal 
to Mattawabika Falls; thence to Lady Evelyn 
Lake, Gray's River — where the bonnie brook 
trout swarm — and ended up with Temagami 
and the Metabetchewan. This made a pleasant 
round trip, which, however, was somewhat 
marred by a serious shortage of provisions 
toward its close. Bass are very good eating, 
but bass straight, without bread or anything 
else, except a weak decoction of tea minus 
sugar and milk, is not to be commended for a 
steady diet. Thus, it came to pass that one 
sad morning I said to my Indian — there were 
just two of us: "How long would it take to run 
down the Metabetchewan ? " (We were camped 
on Temagami Island.) 

"About two days, unless we paddle hard." 
"All right, we will paddle hard." 
Se we started at nine o'clock one beautiful 
August morning, and had it not been for a leaky 
canoe, we should have reached the mouth of the 
Montreal River late that night. As it was, we 
got there at two o'clock next day, after having 
spent six hours at various times in persuading 
that old canoe to float a little longer. Bernard 
used to feed it with the best spruce gum obtain- 
able at every portage, and even then we could 
not keep our blankets dry. 

This run from Temagami to Temiskaming is 
said to be between forty and fifty miles as the 
river flows. No one who has tried to paddle it 
in a day will dispute these figures. 

We looked for health, scenery and fish — and 
we found all three. Now, most people are look- 
ing for silver as well, and not a few are finding 



it; for some of the richest mines of the continent 
are only a few miles from Temagami. It is sad 
to think that, perhaps, we walked over silver 
ore without being the wiser, but as many emi- 
nent men high in the mining and scientific 
worlds seem to have done the same, we must 
not grieve overmuch. We found what we 
sought, and the best man living cannot expect 
to do more. 

It is to be hoped that these rich silver ores 
will not be found by the shores of sweet Tema- 
gami itself, for we do not wish to have those 
charming solitudes disturbed by the dynamite 
of the miner, nor do we desire greatly to see 
those straight pine shafts bowed by the axe or, 
worse still, by fire, which is their more deadly 
foe. Yet, what has to be will be, and those who 
would see Temagami in all its glory should go 
this very year, and if they and the lake are 
spared, it is hardly likely they will resist its call 
when once more the bass are "ripe." 

Bamboo vs. Lancewood 
As an interested reader of your magazine 
may I ask you, through it, for an expression of 
opinion on the relative merits of split bamboo 
and lancewood fishing-rods? Is a lancewood 
more liable to break at the joints? Why is it 
that the stores do not handle them now? Will 
a bamboo rod be ruined in the event of the 
varnish being worn off? Thanking you in 
anticipation of some knowledge of the subject, 
Seattle, Wash. J. T. R. 

All fishing-tackle dealers handle lancewood 
rods, but the sale of split bamboos is far greater, 
as they are the fashion. Undoubtedly the best 
split bamboo is a better rod than a lancewood, 

but when you get down to the $2 quality the 
purchaser makes a big mistake when he selects 
the bamboo, as there is much difference between 
a good one and a poor one, and no maker can 
afford to give you a fine bamboo rod for a low 

We always revarnish our rods, greenheart, 
lancewood and split bamboo, each spring with 
the best coachmaker's varnish. It is advisable 
to* do so with all rods, but more especially so 
with split bamboos, as they, being made up 
of sections, suffer more than a single-piece rod. 
A good split bamboo will not break at the 
ferrules, but it will not stand the liberties that 
a good greenheart or lancewood rod will — 
in camp, for instance. For fishing in the wilds 
of the Kootenays we have used both green- 
heart and bamboo, and in our hands one served 
as well as the other. — Ed. 

He Will Find It 

Reading carefully over Recreation for the 
last three or four years, I could not decide 
what is the best way of catching bass. I» fish 
in Chippewa Lake, Medina County, O. 

I have tried it by day and night, but failed 
to catch any. 

What way would you catch bass in that lake, 
viz., line, hooks and hours? 

Cleveland, O. A Subscriber. 

Not having fished the lake you mention we 
cannot say what would be the most killing 
bait for bass, but we should try live minnows 
first. Bass do not always take the same bait, 
yet, taking one water with another, live minnows 
certainly have the call. Morning and evening 

By Geo. T. Taylor 




are the best times, few fish being on the feed 
during the warmer hours. 

Lately we have given up all rods for bass 
excepting the short bait-casting rods that 
were first introduced by the Kalamazoo anglers. 
A rod five and a-half feet long, with fairly big, 
upstanding wire guides and agates near the 
handle and at the tip, meets our views. With- 
out knowing something more definite about 
your waters it is impossible to say what style 

will turn a grayish shade and probably flake off. 
The dressing must be perfectly dry when the 
varnish is applied. Sealing wax may also be 
dissolved in spirits of wine, and makes a useful 
varnish, though it will not last as well as that 
made of shellac. 

For bass there is no better bait than live min- 
nows, as every old bass angler will agree. But 
the more sportsmanlike use of artificial flies 

By Rannie Smith 


of fishing will succeed best. Try to get some 
old local fisherman to show you the rudiments 
of the art. — Ed. 

Try a Quill Minnow 

What is the best minnow to use for trout in 
a small stream — I mean an artificial minnow? 
Bennington, Vt. Yale. 

We have found a quill minnow, No. 3, if 
inches long, to be a good size and pattern. — Ed. 

A good varnish for rods is that known as 
"best coachmaker's. " Two coats should be 
applied, but the second must not be laid on 
until the first is dry. Spar varnish is preferred 
by some. 

A useful varnish: Break a stick of shellac 
into small pieces, and dissolve in spirits of 
wine. After applying it to whippings or tackle, 
be sure that it is thoroughly dry, or the varnish 

will often bring good results in July. Late 
evening fishing is probably the best, and if the 
fish are rising and you can manage your flies, 
you may even catch a good bag after dark. But 
night fishing has its disadvantages, it being very 
hard to net the fish and hazardous to expensive 
tackle if there is brush in the water, or rocks are 
abundant. Light flies are best. 

Do not forget that, in bait-casting, a great 
deal depends upon having your lure strike the 
water gently. To many beginners this may 
seem impossible where casts of 100 feet and 
upward are made, but there is a trick in it. 
When the bait is about to strike the water and 
a few feet above the surface, raise the tip of 
your rod; this will change the direction of the 
bait, turning it toward you and materially 
checking its momentum. It will strike gently 
and immediately start toward you, which latter 
is imperative to success. If the bait does not 
move off immediately on striking the water it 
will frighten the fish, rather than attract him. 






Developers and Development 

On no other photographic topic has more 
been written nor is there another about which 
more information is asked than there is con- 
cerning development. There was a time when 
the photographer had a choice between but two 
developers, ferrous oxalate and pyro. Then 
hydrochinon was boomed, the claim for it being 
greater latitude in exposure and development, 
and that in cases of underexposure, the develop- 
ment could be prolonged without danger of fog- 
ging the plate. Eikonogen followed closely, 
with its claim of greater energy, and with the 
possibility of getting with it more detail in under 
and instantaneous exposures. Other new de- 
velopers appeared in quick succession; for each 
was claimed not only all the merits of the other 
developers but other essential qualities which 
they lacked. So a large body of amateurs, 
especially beginners, have been and are shifting 
from one developer to another, frequently 
changing the old formula for a new, following 
many suggestions, but mastering little, if any- 
thing; and becoming discouraged, they ask, 
"What is the best developer? Which is the 
best method of development?" 

The amateur whose negatives are satisfac- 
tory, no matter with what developer nor by 
what method they were developed, is earnestly 
advised to make no immediate change, either in 
his developer or his methods, until by a series of 
experiments he proves to his satisfaction that 
some other fellow's developer or method is 
better. There are few who have not some pet 
formula which they believe to be superior to all 
others, but with the same developing agent the 
possibilities of the various formulae are about 
equal, and for any brand of plates it is not likely 
that another formula than the one recommended 
by the plate-maker will be an improvement. 

But for the amateur in the midst of dark-room 
troubles, who has not met with the success he 
desires, the following, which for several years 
has been the writer's formula and mode of 
development, can be recommended. 


Sulphite of soda, dry 6 ounces. 

Water 32 " 

When dissolved, add pyro 1 " 


Carbonate of soda, dry 4 " 

Water 32 " 

The directions given for using this developer 
are as follows: Take of A, \ ounce; B, \ ounce; 
water, 2 ounces. 

Right here is a point generally overlooked. 
The directions, given by the plate-maker, may 
be followed very rigidly in the studio, where for 
exposing the plate the light can be so controlled 
that the subject shall be given the softness or 
brilliancy of illumination which it requires. 
But with the amateur conditions are different. 
In field work he often has to contend with vio- 
lent contrasts of light and shade; bright patches 
of sunlight against dark masses in the shadow. 
Again, he has to work with a dull, 'flat light, with 
very little contrast between the lights and 
shadows of his subject, conditions which are 
beyond his control. In the development, how- 
ever, it is possible to modify, though not to cor- 
rect, the effects produced by these conditions; 
contrasts can be softened by stopping develop- 
ment as soon as the details in the shadows are 
clearly seen, and they can be intensified by pro- 
longed development. 

Another matter of importance is the strength 
of the solution in which the plate or film is 
developed. The writer once plodded along 
using the developer under all conditions and for 
all subjects, exactly as directed in the printed 
instructions. The development was quite rapid, 
the negatives often overdeveloped, and they 
were u contrasty," too dense and harsh. Changes 
of formula brought no better results. The only 
remedy that availed was a weaker developer. 
The experiments were commenced by diluting 
the combined developing solutions with double 
the usual quantity of water, then three times as 
much, and so on. It was noted that with the 
more dilute developer, the less rapid was the 
development, and eventually, that with a colder 
developer the development was even slower. 
And as a result of these experiences the devel- 
oper is diluted with from four to six times the 
usual quantity of water in winter, and from ten 
to twelve times the quantity in summer. By 
this method the development is always under 
control, the much diluted solution, itself, retard- 
ing the too rapid development of overexposures, 
which, as a rule, require only a longer develop- 
ment and seldom the addition of a restrainer. 

The formula given, like all others, is only 



suggestive, and is not to be followed slavishly. 
With slight modifications, it may be more suit- 
able for some brands of plates, or for different 
emulsions of some particular brand. Some have 
a greater tendency to fog, which sometimes can 
be remedied by using a smaller proportion of 
solution B, or by the addition of a few drops of a 
10 per cent, solution of bromide of potassium. 
Or, the color of the negative can be altered by 
using more or less sulphite of soda. There have 
been occasions when from three-fourths to one- 
half the quantity of solution B was used with 
the given quantity of solution A, and when the 
amount of sulphite of soda in solution A has 
been reduced to four ounces, or increased to 
eight ounces, the result, with the former, has 
been a more yellow negative, and with the latter 
one more gray. A print from the former will be 
more brilliant; from the latter it will be softer. 
With a very thin, weak negative, the yellowness 
is desirable, as it will tend to increase the bril- 
liancy of the print. But with a negative of good 
printing density the^yellow will cause harshness 
in the print, so a gray negative, which is a softer 
printer, is preferable. But the necessarily pro- 
longed development in the much diluted pyro 
developer may cause a general and intense yel- 
lowness in the negative: this can be sufficiently 
removed by bathing the negative in a saturated 
solution of alum, to which has been added citric 
acid, previously dissolved in Vlittle water, the 
proportions being about one ounce of the acid 
to one pint of the alum solution. 

There is no light absolutely safe for the devel- 
opment of plates and film, and too long an expo- 
sure, even to the deepest ruby light, during the 
early stages of development, is liable to produce 
light fog. The developing tray should either be 
covered or set four or five feet from the dark- 
room lamp, until the development is well under 
way, then the negatives can be briefly examined 
close to the light, without danger of fogging. 
To a diluted developer and the shielding of the 
plate or film from the light, during develop- 
ment, rather than to a specially constructed 
apparatus, the temperature of the developer or 
a precise time for development, is due the suc- 
cess of tank development. 

There are other developers which in solution 
do not decompose as rapidly as pyro, nor will 
they stain the fingers as pyro stains, but for all 
around negative work all are inferior to pyro. 
While they produce negatives which look well, 
owing to the bluish color, they are inferior as 
printers to the pyro developed negative. It is as 
important that a negative shall be of a suitable 
printing color as that it shall have sufficient 
detail and proper density. With a majority of 
pyro's competitors the chemical fogging point is 
reached at an earlier stage of development, and 

not infrequently before sufficient density has 
been acquired. So when the question is asked : 
"Which is the best developer for negative 
work?" our answer invariably is, "Pryo." 

"Which is the best method of development — 
the old or one of the new ? Is it better to develop 
in a developer of a standard strength, at a stated 
temperature and for a specified time, or to 
watch for the appearance of the image, then 
multiplying by a certain factor the elapsed time 
between the application of the developer and 
the first visible indications of development to 
determine the total time which the development 
should continue, and take chances on the 
results? Or, is it better to acquire the faculty 
to develop skilfully, to know the different treat- 
ments required for harshly or for flatly lighted 
subjects and to get the most out of the negatives 
when there have been errors in the exposures ?" 

For all of merit in the new methods in devel- 
opment due credit should be given. With the 
new, the novice will get a better average of good 
negatives; for, not knowing how far develop- 
ment should be carried, he will almost invari- 
ably underdevelop his exposures. With this, 
the tank and time method, the danger of fogging 
by too much exposure to the dark-room light is 
obviated. Exposures can be developed any- 
where and in emergencies when dark-room 
facilities are not available, and the negatives will 
be better in quality than those developed in the 
old way by the beginner or by the average com- 
mercial developing and printing establishment. 

But, following the new methods exclusively, 
the amateur becomes a machine, working 
mechanically and never competent to meet 
emergencies in development. For the occa- 
sional dabbler who does but little work, and that 
at remote periods, we recommend the new. 
But for the serious worker who aspires to the 
mastery, who aims to accomplish, under all con- 
ditions of light and shade and with one trial, the 
work he sets out to do, we advise the old form 
of development in the dark-room with trays. 

Colors for Prints and Lantern Slides 
There are on the market transparent colors 
under various names and in cakes, tubes, books 
and bottles with which gaslight, bromide and 
platinum prints and lantern slides can be 
colored very satisfactorily. For each make of 
these colors there is claimed some merit which 
gives it a superiority over the others, and for 
most of them it is represented that no aniline 
is used in their preparation. 

If the amateur photographer desires he can 
easily and cheaply prepare his colors from 
Diamond dyes for wool. .The following 
shades will be sufficient: dark blue, yellow, 



scarlet, crimson, terra cotta and golden shade 
brown. With the blue is included a shading 
dye which, used alone, makes a pale purple 
tint and it will make a variety of shades by 
mixing with the blue in different proportions. 
With the yellow is also a shading dye, which 
is an orange color. Green is obtained by mix- 

will fade. We have on hand lantern slides 
which were colored ten years ago, and velox 
prints which have retained the colors for nearly 
two years, and neither show any indications of 
fading. If these colors do fade, as is claimed, 
they certainly are less fugitive than some of 
the present day printing-out papers. 

By G.W. Kellogg 


ing blue and yellow, and a flesh tint by mixing 
orange with . a very little scarlet. We advise 
that the colors be mixed only as they are 
required for use, and that only small quantities 
be prepared at a time. 

Dissolve a little of each dye in half-ounce 
bottles, partly filled with water; then add 
acetic acid or strong vinegar until the solution 
has a decidedly sour odor, and then water 
enough to fill the bottle. The colors should 
be applied in very thin washes, which should 
be repeated until the desired strength of color 
is- obtained. To remove the colors, soak the 
print or slide in diluted ammonia until the 
color disappears; then wash thoroughly and 
try again. 

These dyes are manipulated the same as are 
the transparent colors sold under different 
names. They produce the same effects, are 
more economical, and when misapplied are 
removed in the same manner. It is argued 
that these colors prepared from Diamond dyes 

About the time when the amateur usually 
abandons field work for the season, it is our 
intention to give more explicit directions for 
coloring. In the meantime it will be well for 
those who are interested to practice occasionally, 
even though the work may be crudely done. 
If the subjects be fruit or flowers, use speci- 
mens for guides in coloring, and get on the 
print as good a representation of the coloring 
of the original as is possible. Preserve all prints 
so colored, no matter how unsatisfactory they 
may seem. They will be useful later for 
reference, when, after a little practice, better 
work can be done. 

Answers to Correspondence 

A subscriber, living in New York City, writes 
in part as follows: "In the notes in the April 
number you speak of a tank for developing 
negatives. Will you tell me the best make 
and where and at what cost one may be pur- 



chased ? You also speak of the Wynne metre. 
I would like to know, also, where this may be 
purchased and what it costs. In regard to a ray 
screen, I would like a little enlightenment. You 
warn amateurs against getting too strong a 
screen for their cameras. Would you kindly tell 
me the make and what grade or number that 
would give the best results in general amateur 
work; also where it can be purchased?" 

All the articles can be purchased from any 
dealers in photographic goods, of whom there 
are hundreds in New York who will be pleased 
to quote prices. For the tank development of 
film we know of but one practical device, the 
kodak tank. For plates, there is no necessity of 
purchasing a specially constructed tank. A well 
diluted developer in an ordinary tray will do the 
same work, and if desired a tray large enough 
to develop several plates at once can be used. A 
cover can easily be made to fit over the develop- 
ing tray, or a larger tray can be inverted over it 
to exclude all light. Concerning the Wynne 
metre, we have made inquiries among some of 
its users, without finding one who is not enthusi- 
astic over it. But were it not for the latitude in 
plates and film, no exposure metre would be 
serviceable. The ray filter is a valuable acces- 
sory, but we earnestly advise the amateur to let 
the ray filter alone until he is thoroughly pro- 
ficient in the use of his camera without it. 

From Smithport, Pa., comes another inquiry 
about an exposure metre, and the following 
complaint about a reputed high-grade lens 
recently purchased. "When I have the centre 
of a view focused sharp on the ground glass, the 
sides are out of focus, and when I stop the lens 
down everything goes out of focus. What 
would you advise me to do?" 

Return the lens to the party from whom it 
was purchased with the request that either a 
good lens be sent in its place or that your money 
be refunded without delay. With a reputable 
dealer, there will be no trouble, and even a lens 
shark, rather than return the money, may after 
a series of excuses and delays send a good 
article. We have some authentic information 
concerning fake lens schemes, and will be 
pleased to receive full particulars from any of 
our readers who have been victimized. 

Another letter, from Dixon, Cal., referring to 
an article in the April number, asks for further 
light on the tank development, and the glycin 
developer. The correspondent suggests also 
that writers on photographic topics be more 
explicit, so that the amateur will the more 
readily understand. We thank him for this 
suggestion and will further say that, since the 
publication of the article to which he refers, 
there has been a change in the management of 
this department, and with it, very naturally, 

there are changes of opinion in reference to 
many matters, one of these being the subject of 
development. It has been our opportunity to 
test and compare almost every developer on the 
market, to ascertain which is best for specific 
lines of work, and we found pyro superior to all 
others for negative work. We would refer our 
correspondents to the article on developers and 
development in this number and to the one on 
exposure in the June number. 

It is desired that this department shall be a 
helpful medium for the amateur in all branches 
of photographic work. To this end, we invite 
all amateur photographers to ask freely for what 
they would like to know, about the branches of 
the work which interest them most, to relate 
their troubles, their failures. Write us what 
you have accomplished, how you do your work, 
the way you overcome difficulties. 

To Preserve Pyro Developer 

One objection often made to the use of pyro 
is its tendency to decompose rapidly in solu- 
tion. But by the following method we have a 
pyro solution on hand which, after two years, 
is as clear as the day it was made. The stock 
solution was made as usual and then poured 
into two-ounce bottles, filling each bottle to 
the brim and corking it tightly. As no air can 
get to the solution it will keep for a long period, 
possibly indefinitely. As the solution is used, 
pour the balance which remains into a smaller 
bottle and, if necessary, add water to fill the 
bottle. Then cork it. 

Be Independent 

Photography has no mysteries. Its processes 
are not so complex that any one with energy 
and an ordinary amount of persistence can 
fail to master them. But the present tendency 
is to so educate the amateur that he shall be 
dependent on mechanical devices, proprietary 
preparations, and become mechanical, rather 
than to train Mm so that he shall acquire ac- 
curacy of judgment, compound his chemicals, 
use his own brains, and become a skilful worker. 
Every amateur can be more than a mere ma- 
chine controlled by another's will. There is no 
trouble he cannot overcome, no obstruction 
he cannot dig through. Without exposure 
tables, metres, ready-made powders and 
solutions, he can acquire the ability to accom- 
plish all things, with reasonable accuracy, 
from exposure to the finished print. Seek first to 
attain the mastery 50 that with confidence in 
your own judgment you can, when necessary, 
be independent of help. 


The Best Dog 


Every sportsman of middle age has owned 
one dog that he believed to be the best dog in 
the world. Perhaps he was right. It may have 
been the best dog in the world — for him. That 
intimate sympathy may have been established 
between the biped and quadruped which alone 
insures companionship and camaraderie, and, if 
so, the partnership is sure to have been a happy 
one. It is not, however, of these happy unions 

these^dogs gave me the greatest satisfaction. I 
thought then, as I think now, that a good spaniel 
will put up one-third more of these birds, within 
range, than a pointer or a setter, though the 
shooting itself is harder. 

The lively, bustling spaniel will work out a 
thick belt of alder, or a matted sidehill, in a 
most thorough manner, and will pass under 
logs and through small openings that a larger 
dog would never tackle. Oftentimes the wood- 
cock gives out no scent. I know this, because 
I kept a wing-tipped one for some weeks and 

Owned by W. R. Lyon, Piqua, Ohio 

that I would write, or that I had in mind when 
I chose the heading for this article, but rather 
of the best breed of dog for use in the field. 

Practically, the choice is limited to the 
pointer and the setter for all-around shooting 
and to the spaniel for brush or covert work. I 
think I have had as varied shooting and almost as 
much as most men of middle age, and yet I have 
not quite decided on "the best dog" even yet. 
Each breed has its good points and its bad ones, 
and yet they are all so attractive to a dog-lover 
that one finds it hard to make a selection. Much 
of my earlier shooting was had over very well- 
trained spaniels, in the thick brush of the East- 
ern States. On rufted grouse and woodcock 

experimented with it. On placing it under a 
bush my dogs — fully up to the average in nose — 
would fail to acknowledge it on many occasions, 
though passing within a very few feet. This is 
where the spaniel gains his advantage. It takes 
a very close-hunting dog to find scattered wood- 
cock when the weather is dry and hot. This 
was forced to my attention some fifteen years 
ago in a rather emphatic way. I was hunting 
a large, open cover, as Eastern covers go, when 
I chanced to make out a woodcock, squatting 
as motionless as if carved in stone, under the 
upraised end of a log. My dog — one of old 
Sensation's grandsons — passed within ten feet 
of the bird without winding it. 



A lively, hard-working spaniel will not leave 
a corner unvisited, and often, when experienced 
and well-broken, will try to flush the bird so as 
to give a shot. I had one good mongrel, a cross 
between a water-spaniel and a field-spaniel, 
that would always work a narrow belt, so that 
the birds came out on my side. Any man who 
has had a really clever dog will believe this, but 
the tyro may find it hard to credit such a state- 
ment. Well, I can only give my word that old 
Kaissr did this so regularly that it could hardly 
have been a mere chance. 

Later, my lucky star took me to the prairies 
of the Northwest. Here a field- spaniel would 
have been of very little use. For the actual 
shooting the pointer proved fully equal to the 
setter; in fact, I preferred the short-coated dog, 
holding him to be just a little bit the more 
intelligent. But the setter had advantages in 
coat that made him on the whole the more 
useful animal. There was plenty of water, up 
there by the Saskatchewan, while the rude winds 
of autumn and the occasional snow flurries 
were against the satin-coated pointer, whose 
pluck alone made him keep on going when his 
master needed a heavy sweater and stout 
mackinaw jacket to keep the field. It is pitiful 
to see a delicate pointer in really cold weather. 
He sits with tucked-up flanks, hardly resting on 
the frozen ground, blinking and shivering, 
though brave and eager even in the jaws of a 
young blizzard. The merciful man is surely 
merciful to his dog, and it is hardly the part of 
mercy to condemn a thin-coated pointer to a 
life in a region where for half the year he will 
have to suffer much from cold. 

The setter is, therefore, in my opinion, the 
better dog for the Northwestern tier of States, 
and for the Canadian Provinces of the North- 
west. Only he will be handicapped in any dry 
district, and you will have to carry water, when 
with a pointer you could have just managed to 
get along without so doing. On the other hand, 
in the South or in the lands that lie nearer the 
equator than the Southern States of the Union, 
you will be wise to use the pointer. In fact, a 
setter must be shaved or clipped in many of the 
Southern States to be of any use whatever. In 
no case will he stand heat as well as the pointer. 
It has been found that, in the East Indies, the 
pointer stands the hot weather much better than 
most breeds, while the setter soon succumbs to 
some form of liver disease. 

So we find that no one breed of dog will be 
available for all-around shooting in every part 
of the continent, and even in any one region 
there is usually sufficient variety of ground to 
make a varied kennel of more use than one con- 
fined to a single breed. 

As to whether a setter or a pointer should be 

wide-ranging or a potterer though no one will 
acknowledge a liking for such a dog leads to a 
difference of opinion, whenever half a dozen 
gunners are discussing the question. I find, 
however, that fully three-quarters of the men 
who are doing the actual shooting, who own 
but one dog, and are just ordinary, everyday 
sportsmen, prefer a potterer for ruffed grouse 
and woodcock shooting in the thick brush of the 
Eastern States and Provinces. I must confess, 
even though it should draw down on my head 
the scorn of the field-trials man, that I agree 
with them. Of course, if you have one of the 
paragons we so often hear of and hardly ever 
sse— a dog that, in addition to a turn of speed 
and a fine carriage, is blessed with an exquisite 
nose— he may find more birds, and yet not flush 
two out of three beyond range. But the general 
run of dogs cannot do this, and I have noticed 
that the best bags are mostly made by the 
owners of animals that would be quite out of the 
money in any trial held upon quail or chicken. 

In the West a bold-ranging dog is a valuable 
asset. You can see him a mile off, and as the 
packs of grouse are too often scattered, you will 
have far more fun with such a companion than 
with a slower, closer-ranging dog. 

In conclusion, I would urge upon the younger 
generation of sportsmen, whose lines are cast 
in the Eastern States, to pay more attention to 
the spaniel. This is, in shooting at least, the 
day of small things. The big bags of the past 
may no longer be made; in fact, we have no 
right to try to make them, for with the increase 
of population, game is none too plentiful, while 
of gunners there are many. And for shooting in 
small woodlands, and on game that has learned 
to lie close, the spaniel is the dog for fun. More- 
over, his training is a simple matter, and a youth 
is more likely to turn out a spaniel that will do 
him credit in the field than he is to coach a setter 
puppy into even a half -broken dog. If a spaniel 
will keep to heel, until hied on, never hunt more 
than thirty yards from the gun; drop to hand, 
wing and shot, and retrieve tenderly from land 
or water, he is highly educated. These things 
are not difficult to teach, as the pupil can be 
hunted within checkcord distance, and is natur- 
ally apt. No spaniel is, however, to be depended 
upon until he has had at least two long, hard 
seasons in the field; preferably under the same 
master. Few things are more exasperatingly 
self-willed than a young, irrepressible spaniel 
puppy, when first introduced to the gun. He is 
in the seventh heaven of delight, and for all he 
cares for voice or whistle, might be as deaf as 
the proverbial adder. But patience will achieve 
much. Generally it is the puppy that threat- 
ened to break his master's heart that eventually 
gladdens it. 






A Fancy Sight That Is Strong 

So much has been said about fancy revolver 
sights in the February and March numbers 
that I feel as if something should be said in 
defense of the so-called fancy sights. The 
sights I prefer are known as the Patridge sights. 
They are preferred by Mr. E. E. Patridge, of 
Boston, Mass., one of the finest revolver shots 
in the United States. The work Mr. Patridge 
has done with them is sufficient to prove their 
merit, as target sights. They are especially 
adapted to the .38 Smith & Wesson Special, 
and can be obtained from the Smith & Wesson 

These sights are far ahead of the ordinary 
factory sights, under all conditions, where any 
kind of a sight is needed. Now, with regard 
to the fear, expressed by some, that target 
sights would be knocked out of alignment by 
carrying the revolver on the hip, or by other 
rough usage, I can say, safely, that they will 
stand as much abuse as the factory sight. The 
front sight is very coarse; thicker and stronger 
than the factory sights turned out by the Colts 
Company. Mr. Patridge recommends a thick- 
ness of 8-100 of an inch, and never less than 
7-100. This is considerably thicker than a 
5-cent piece. For all-around use this sight 
should be tipped with a coarse ivory head, as 
much better work can be done with an ivory 
sight in a poor light. This sight is as thick on 
top as it is at the bottom, and the top is left 
square instead of being rounded, as in other 
sights. The rear sight consists of a steel 
block, with a deep, square notch cut in it. 
This notch should be slightly wider than the 
front sight, so that a narrow line of light will 
appear on each side of the front sight in taking 
-aim. The top of the front sight is held level with 
the top of the rear sight; the appearance of 
this sight when aiming is that of a straight bar, 
with two narrow lines of light running up to 
the target. 

The accompanying diagram gives a good 
idea of the appearance of these sights. Most 
shooters will find them a great improvement 
over factory sights. 

In answer to the rather peculiar question 
asked by Mr. T. M. Houdlette as to what a 
man would do if the mainspring of his double- 

action revolver broke at the critical moment, 
I know what I would do. I would have an 
engagement elsewhere, and lose no time in 
trying to fulfil it. Furthermore, a single-action 
revolver with a broken mainspring would be 
no better than a double-action; they would 
both be out of business. The working parts of 
a Colt or a Smith & Wesson double-action 
are few and strong, and no more liable to break 

; • 


than a single-action. This applies to repeating 
and single-shot rifles as well, except that a 
Winchester Repeater will handle a swelled 
cartridge much better than any single-shot 
rifle. I speak from experience, as more than 
once I have had the various single-shot rifles 
hopelessly jammed with a tight shell that an 
' 86 model Winchester would have extracted 
easily. J. C. Anderson. 

Sacramento, Cal. 

Would Reload the .405 

Will the owners of .405 calibre rifles, readers 
of Recreation, who wish to reload their 
cartridges, order, all together, from the Ideal 
Manufacturing Company, moulds for a bullet 
with a copper gas check, like the ones for the 
.30 calibre, .32-40, .38-55, etc. ? 

The shape of the Ideal bullet, No. 412,263, 
could hardly be improved on. It is only short 
the gas check. 

With the cast bullet, and clean shells, 28 
grains of Dupont No. 1 gives excellent results 
for mid-range, and the recoil is scarcely notice- 
able. Seventeen grains of sharpshooter, which 
can be loaded into dirty shells, gives equally 
good results in shooting, but is rather liable to 
leave lead in the barrel. 

The bullets I use^are of a mixture of 5 parts 
lead to 1 part Magnolia metal (babbitt); 10 
per cent, tin, 10 per cent, antimony and 80 per 



cent, lead would probably give better results, 
but in out-of-the-way parts of the world anti- 
mony is hard to obtain, and very expensive if 
shipped by express or freight in small quantities. 
With a gas check, almost any old mixture 
would do, and a great variety of loads could be 

Some time ago I obtained, through a dealer, 
500 metal-jacketed, soft-point factory bullets, 
but they are not listed in the Winchester cata- 
logue now, andT don't think they are obtain- 

Can any "Recreator" tell me what kind of 
powder is used in the .405 factory cartridge? 
I asked the Winchester people, but they replied 
that the cartridges were not reloadable. The. 
cartridge contains 58 grains of a powder 
similar in grain. to the Laflin & Rand W. A., 
but of a different color. I have tried up to 58 
grains of W. A., which is all the shell will hold, 
without pressure, and with this load have to 
set the rear sight, a Lyman receiver, .05 of an 
inch higher than with the factory cartridge. 

Some of the shells have been loaded fifteen 
times with high-power loads and not a single 
one has split or swelled. I consider the .405 
the best of all the high-power calibres. The 
300-grain bullet will knock a deer down and 
out at very long range, if you hit him, whether 
it expands or not, while for dangerous game it 
is far more powerful than any other repeater 

With the mid-range loads mentioned, which 
are very suitable for practice, the recoil is less 
than with the .38-55 black powder cartridge, 
and when shooting game I never notice the 
recoil from the high-power load. The straight 
shell is particularly adapted to reloading. The 
Ideal people have my name down for the mould, 
and I think fifteen or twenty more names 
would induce them to bring it out. ".405." 

San Pedro de Ocampo, Mexico. 

Many Men — Many Minds 

In the April number of Recreation I read 
an article about the "improved six-shooter," 
written by Mr. Walter Kelly. Now, Mr. Kelly 
seems to know "a little" about revolvers — 
and no doubt he does; but he has to learn one 
thing — be up-to-date. The .45 Colt S. A. was 
a good gun in its days, when it was first put 
on the market, but, like many other things we 
once admired, it has had its time. 
\ I have owned two Colts S. A., one .45 and 
the other .32-20 calibre. The .45 was completely 
worn out after 3,000 shots; the .32-20 did not 
last 2,000 rounds. The barrels of both guns 
were as good as ever, but the actions were 
worn out. What we want to-day is a gun well 

made, with the old Colt grip, and we have it 
in the .38 S. & W. special. 

With this gun I have made 57 out of a 
possible 6o, on the standard American target, 
50 yards, using 3 grains Laflin & Rand's 
Bullseye, and a bullet tempered 16 to 1. I 
have also tried this gun "against time," at 15 
yards. I fired 6 shots in 6 5-10 seconds, and I 
managed to keep them all inside a 6-inch 
circle. I have often tried this with a Colt 
S. A. but never did as well. I have lived in the 
West myself, but I never saw any wonderful 
performances with a gun without target sights. 
The real gun crank is the one who expects to 
hit and make every shot count. The bad man 
of the West uses a gun without sights and no 
trigger, and, of course, wastes a lot of ammuni- 
tion; but how often does he hit? If this escapes 
the waste basket you will hear from me again, 
and the .38 special for mine. 

New York City. Chas. Nelson. 

Soft-point with Black Powder 

Kindly inform me if I am at liberty to ask 
any questions through Recreation pertaining 
to guns and ammunition. If so kindly tell me 
what the results would be of a soft-point and 
metal-patch bullet in a .25-20 Winchester 
repeater, with black powder. 

F. H. C. 

Springwater, N. Y. 

Recreation is at all times willing to answer 
any reasonable questions as to weapons and 

As far as the barrel goes, the use of a bullet 
with a whole or partial jacket would not cause 
trouble, except that the fouling would cause 
great friction and tend to wear out the barrel 
before its time. The bullet with a full metal 
patch would have more penetration than one 
of plain lead. The behavior of the soft point 
bullet would depend upon the charge of black 
powder. With sufficient powder it would ex- 
pand on impact. — Ed. 

The Ideal Rifle 

For a long time I have been scanning the 
gun and ammunition letters for some article 
about the .25-35 Savage. This looks to me 
to be about as near the ideal rifle for sma 1 
game and target practice as any on the mar- 
ket, provided it will do the following : 

1st. How would paper-patched bullets work 
with a full charge of black powder? 

2d. How much high-power smokeless would 
they stand before leaving the rifling? 

3d. How often can shells be reloaded? 

4th. What kind of accuracy and about what 



velocity would be obtained with a full charge 
of black or King's semi-smokeless powder? 

I want a rifle for small game and target prac- 
tice at fairly long range. A small calibre that 
can be used to shoot ducks or geese with, up 
to about 300 yards, and which can be reloaded 
without the use of the metal patched bullet. 

Will the .25-35 fill the bill? 

Like a good many more, I have had my 
troubles with a high-power small-bore and 
short twist. And before investing in another 
would like to hear from some brother sports- 
man who has had better success, and benefit 
by his experience. P. Walter. 

Inver Grove, Minn. 

For Pitted Barrels 

I have a Winchester repeating shotgun the 
barrel of which is badly pitted; how can I 
clean this out? I have tried 3 in 1, and a 
Tomlinson cleaner, but with no effect. 

What do you suggest to remedy the matter? 

Where can I get trap shooting rules ? 

Philadelphia, Pa. G. S. T. 

Better send it to the makers to be rebored or 
to have a new barrel. You may possibly be 
able to take out most of the pits with flour of 
emery, but in all probability you will spoil the 
gun's shooting in so doing. 

For trap shooting rules, write to the Peters 
Company, 98 Chambers Street, New York 
City, or to the Winchester Repeating Arms 
Company, New Haven, Conn.— Ed. 

Remember the Game Laws 

On page 459 of your May number, "Rancher," 
of Deep River, Conn., states that " Three 
years ago the .30 gun bagged two caribou, one 
deer and a moose for me in Nova Scotia." 

Now, this statement has been very adversely 
commented on. It has been close season for 
caribou for some years. Deer have never been 
allowed to be shot since the Game Society 
imported them from New Brunswick. My 
friends, M. H. A. P. Smith (high sheriff of this 
county) and Major Daley, of Digby, spent a 
good deal of time and money catching and 
turning down the red deer. Very heavy 
penalties have been imposed on some of our 
own people for killing deer, others have been 
fined for shooting caribou. 

Your correspondent may have killed the 
caribou in open season, and shot the deer by 
mistake. If such is the case, there is no more 
to be said on the matter. If, on the other hand, 
he poached them, he has no right to make use 
of the columns of a first-class sportsmen's 
magazine to advertise the fact that he is a 

poacher. I hope that you will enquire into the 

I am no " crank," nor do I wish to speak 
harshly about a case until I hear both sides of 
it. In common with the other game wardens of 
this province, I will do anything I can to help 
the American sportsman, and spare no pains to 
land the poacher (Canadian or American) in 
jail. Edmund F. L. Jenner, 

Agent, Nova Scotia Game Society. 

Digby, N. S. 

Sights for the New Springfield & 

After exhaustive experiments, a military 
board recommended a set of sights for the new 
United States Army rifle, Model 1903. The 
sights recommended were accepted and are 
now being manufactured. They .resemble 


those brought out by the Westley Richards 
Company, of Birmingham, some years ago, 
and differ much from the new British and 
German sights. 

They will no doubt be excellent for fine work 
and deliberate shooting, but will possibly not 
possess any great advantage over present and 
less complicated sights for use under the con- 
ditions that usually obtain in active service. 

New York. " Guardsman." 

Game Protection in Canada 

Our brother sportsmen over the border will, 
no doubt, be glad to learn that we are waking 
up to the value of protection. Hitherto, we 
have had such quantities of game and so few 
sportsmen in comparison to acres that the 
need of stringent regulations has not been felt 
very keenly. Now, with the rapid spread of 
civilization and the ever increasing number of 
men coming to Canada from your side during 



the open season, the absolute necessity of 
making good laws and living up to them is 
dawning upon our gunners and fishers. The 
result is that we are rapidly changing our 

Yet, it must not be forgotten that laws that 
are just the thing in the settled parts would be 
altogether ridiculous beyond the clearings. It 
would never do to judge the explorer and his 
needs by the ethics of the city man. Fancy 
telling a prospector who was short of grub 
that he should not shoot a grouse on the 
twenty-eighth day of August, because the 
season did not legally begin until the first day 
of September. 

Then, the backwoodsmen, with their enor- 
mous families and small means, may be 
excused if they sometimes bring down a deer, 
when the strict letter of the law says they 
should not. I have slept in the houses of 
worthy men who had a dozen children and 
incomes ranging from $200 to $400 a year. To 
such I have always said: "I at least see no 
harm in your shooting an occasional deer at 
any time, providing you use its meat, and that 
other meat or fish is not available." Yet I 
would not shoot a deer or a grouse myself in 
the older parts of the provinces before the law 
permitted on any consideration. 

A very deserving society has been formed in 
Ontario — the Ontario Fish and Game Pro- 
tective Association. Branches have been 
established at Lakefield, Berlin, Bobcaygeon, 
Sudbury, Sturgeon Falls, Sturgeon Point, 
Peterborough, Parry Sound, Gravenhurst, 
Orillia, Huntsville, Hamilton, Hastings, 
Hastings County, Wiarton, Chatham, Windsor, 
London, Guelph, Scarboro and Lindsay. Each 
one joining has to take the following pi dge: 
"I hereby agree to obey the game laws of the 
province, to encourage others to do the same 
and to endeavor to prevent any one breaking 
them." . J. U. Foster. 

Toronto, Ont. 

Bob whites on the Coast 

The Game Commission of the State of 
Washington has just recently "planted" a good 
supply of healthy bob-white quail throughout 
the most suitable portions of the State, paying 
for them out of the hunters' license fund. 

Spokane, Wash. J. S. Nash. 

Cottonwood rivers, the ducks fairly swarmed 
in April — canvasbacks, redheads, pintails, 
spoonbills, blackjacks, ruddys, bald pates, 
butterballs, blue- and green- winged teal, and 
also geese. It is reported that never were 
wildfowl seen so plentiful in Oklahoma and 
the Indian Territory before, and the only 
regret is that spring shooting still obtains here. 
Guthrie, O. T. J. A. T 

Good-by to Duck Shooting 
The Yukon Council in its wisdom (?) has 
decided that the spring shooting of ducks does 
no harm, and, consequently, the season has 
been amended, so that all and sundry may 
shoot ducks until June 1, and begin again on 
August 25. The law passed last session pro- 
tected the birds after April 1. Poor ducks! 
Even their breeding grounds are now being 
ravaged by the man behind the gun. Those 
who have seen the pintails and mallards of the 
North rearing their broods know what a fatal 
blow is being inflicted by this latest ill-judgid 
enactment of a weak-kneed council. 
Foosland, 111. F. Henry Yorke, M.D. 

Ducks Not All Dead 

Duck -shooting in the West has by no means 
seen its day, if we are to judge from the 
abundance of the fowl in Oklahoma during the 
past spring. On the Twin Lakes, west of 
Guthrie, and along the Cimarron,' Skeleton and 

Newfoundland Fishing 
Each season finds added numbers of fisher- 
men visiting Newfoundland and Labrador 
for the salmon fishing. More protection is 
being afforded the rivers, and the old myth 
that big salmon did not exist in our rivers has 
been dissipated. The reason there were no 
big salmon ten years ago was that the nets 
were so numerous and of so small a mesh that 
all fish excepting grilse were caught before 
they reached the headwaters. In a recent 
report, the Commissioner of Fisheries said: 
"The salmon industry of the colony and 
Labrador is a very important one. If it was 
properly managed, owing to the high price of 
fish and the great demand for it abroad, it 
should be a veritable gold mine to our popu- 
lation. The famous Gander River, one of the 
most splendid salmon streams in North 
America, affords an object lesson as to how a 
great fishery may be ruined. Eighty years ago 
the Gander produced annually 2,000 tierces of 
salmon, worth nearly $40,000; even fifty years 
ago the catch averaged over 1,000 tierces; 
latterly it has come down to less than thirty. 
The cause of this decay is not far to seek. 
The fishermen in the early summer and spring 
placed their nets along the shores of the estuary. 
At the end of June and during July they moved 
up the main river and completely barred the 
passage of the fish by nets put across the 
stream. During the past few seasons nets were 
not allowed above certain specified points 



and, as a consequence of keeping the river 
clear, takes are steadily increasing. The 
Gander has every requisite for a salmon stream: 
it runs without a natural obstruction for over 
one hundred miles, with its lakes and numerous 
affluents, and it provides the parent fish with 
the most splendid spawning grounds." 

Our Newfoundlanders think so little of 
trout that they use them as bait for cod! Yet 
the day will come when the trout, by attracting 
tourists, will, perhaps, net as much as the sea 
fisheries do to-day. J. T. R. 

St. John's, Newfoundland. 

Fishing in Canada 

Trout-fishing is very good in the provinces of 
Quebec and Ontario. Some tremendous bas- 
kets, or, rather, sacks, of trout have been made 
in the Laurentians and beyond. One man, who 
should have known better, got 300 in two days, 
one of which was a Sunday. All this early 
fishing is with bait, and after the warmer 
weather sets in such big takes are not frequent, 
though one can always get all that a sportsman 
should want. 

I never consider the trout fit to catch, as to 
condition, until they have had a gorge of the 
fly known in the States as the shad fly and in 
England as the May fly. 

During the months of July and August ex- 
cellent sport may be had by using a small 
midge fly on a No. 12 or smaller hook, and 
fishing only early and late. A fly that is very 
successful in the summer is the Jenny Lind, 
but early in the season I could never do much 
with it. 

Unfortunately the authorities do not seem 
able to prevent the wholesale netting or 
dynamiting of trout. Only the other day a 
friend saw 800 pounds of trout shipped from 
the station at Ste. Agathe. If this sort of thing 
could be stopped it would save many a lake. 
A few years ago these practices were in a fair 
way of being made too risky, but the poachers 
seem to have taken heart of grace again, and 
some very fine catches will be ruined. Of 
course, if one can spare the time to go back, 
there is all kinds of fishing yet, but the busy 
man wants his sport within easy reach. 

The Algonquin Park has been fished by 
several parties this year, and all seem to have 
done well. This is in Ontario, within easy 
reach of Toronto, Ottawa and Montreal. 
But of fishing waters in Canada there is no 
end — thank Providence. The country is, how- 
ever, going ahead so fast the modern man has 
not the time to spend by the waterside that his 
sire had. An Angler. 

Montreal, P. Q. 

A Contented Tyro 

Up to last year I had not done any bass- 
fishing to speak of, but put in most of my spare 
time after trout. I always considered bass as 
an inferior fish. Fate sent me to a part of the 
country where there were no trout, but many 
bass, so I set to work to find out something 
about that kind of fishing. I became the owner 
of a "special" grade bait rod weighing 6J 
ounces, and 6| feet long, with bell guides and 
agate on top and lower ring; a take-apart reel, 
for 60 yards of braided raw silk line, and the 
whole outfit did not cost more than $20. I 
bought, later, a few artificial minnows and 
found that for bass -fishing I had a rig hard to 
beat. In some waters these fish, especially 
if big fellows, will not take artificial bait so 
well as natural bait, but in Michigan and 
Canada they will generally take them. And, 
to my mind, one fish caught on the artificial 
beats two of a kind on natural bait, as one 
has not the trouble of carting the can and all 
the other truck that go with the natural article. 

I should like to hear from more experienced 
bass- fishermen, as, after all, one season is not 
enough to learn more than the rudiments of 
the art of bass-fishing. Badger. 

Chicago, 111. 

The Nepigon 

The best fishing on this continent is to be 
had here on the Nepigon River. The trout 
run up to eleven pounds and there are many 
of them. Like everything that is good, the 
trout-fishing of the Nepigon costs money. It 
has been calculated that the expense for a 
modest party, expecting to be out ten days, may 
be set at $100. This does not include the cost 
of provisions nor the services of a special man 
to cook, so that for most men the. price might 
be almost doubled. 

The Nepigon is but thirty miles long, but it 
drains a lake containing 900 square miles of 
water, full of trout. Those found in the 
Nepigon are on their way down to Lake 
Superior. No matter how many are caught, 
the fishing will not suffer so long as the lake 
at the head remains unpolluted. 

The Hudson's Bay Company and McKirdy 
are the two outfitters. They will engage guides. 

Nepigon, Ont. 

Law Didn't Protect Bass. 

The cold and backward spring delayed the 
spawning of the bass, and consequently the 
law protecting them in some States failed of its 
purpose. In too many States bass are allowed 
to be taken in May. The season in all northern 
States should open the middle of June, as in 
New York State. 

Cold water, Mich. H. F. Bailey. 


ILTHOUGH the Matchless 
cigar lighter, made by the 
Matchless Cigar Lighter 
Manufacturing Company, of 
1 6 John Street, New York 
City, takes us back to the 
days of our grandfathers' 
old flintlock in principle, it is 
a novel and useful contrivance which bids 
fair to meet with great success. In appearance 
it resembles a match box such as is carried in 
the pocket; its construction is strong and dur- 
able and it is fitted with a series of wheels 
which, upon lifting the lever forming the top 
of the case, revolves a tiny cube of flint which 
in turn throws a spark to a chemically prepared 
wick, thus igniting it to light a cigar, a cigarette 
or a pipe. The strongest wind cannot blow it 
out, which makes it a boon to the smoker out 
of doors. 

A story is going the rounds in New York of a 
discussion between two well-known business 
men who visit the Maine woods every shooting 
season. One had been telling of his outing, 
which he had found doubly delightful because 
for the first time he had taken his small boy 

"A boy of twelve? I should be afraid," 
said the other, "to give my boy the responsi- 
bility of a gun." 

"Well," said the first, "I should be afraid to 
deprive my boy of his share of responsibility. 
Nothing develops a boy like responsibility." 

This man's view is exactly in line with the 
propaganda being carried forward by the 
J. Stevens Arms and Tool Company, Chicopee 
Falls, Mass. They argue very reasonably 
that by putting a rifle or gun in the hands of a 
boy you teach him to be careful, you increase 
his self-respect, and make him self-reliant and 
manly. The Stevens Company issues a cata- 
logue on rifles, shotguns and pistols which 
every father should see. The company's only 
request is that four cents in stamps be sent to 
cover postage. 

W. H. Mullins Company, Salem, O., reports 
a very gratifying export business from all its 
agents in various foreign countries. Five car- 
loads of motor boats were a recent day's export 
business. This speaks well for the impression 
made by Mullins' steel boats abroad, and as 

Europeans are generally pretty conservative, it 
should doubly reassure American that the 
product of this company is not of the "built to 
sell" sort. 

Shotgun users who resort to clay bird 
shooting during the summer as a means to 
increasing their skill against the coming of the 
game season, should not overlook the fact that 
Dead Shot smokeless powder is not only a 
popular field powder, but is being used much 
at the traps by tournament shooters. It is a 
quick powder, and when you get the best load 
for yourself and your gun, shot considered, you 
need nothing better. Get a booklet from the 
American Powder Mills, Boston, Mass., before 
ordering shells; it tells about proper loading for 
the best all round results. 

Every angler knows how important it is to 
have his line dried properly when through 
fishing. And again, many anglers are afraid of 
patent line-dryers, because most of them are 
made of iron, and one spot of rust on a line 
kills it. The Universal line-dryer is made 
entirely of brass; cannot rust; is light; easily 
knocked down; very compact, goes in pouch 
6 inches long by i inch in diameter. Can be 
set up anywhere — edge of table, shelf, door- 
jamb or tree. Holds 2,700 feet of line, and will 
last a lifetime. Buy direct from the manu- 
facturer and return it in ten days if not pleased 
and get your money back. Address E. Vom 
Hofe, 85-87 Fulton Street, New York, and 
mention Recreation. 

With very slight alterations, the Savage Arms 
Company, Utica, N. Y., has converted the 
regular 1899 model rifle into a take-down, 
without in any way sacrificing strength or 
durability. It can be furnished in .25-35, .30-30, 
.32-40 or .38-55 calibres — 22 or 26-inch barrels 
only. The advantage for cleaning and for 
transportation make it worth while to have a 

Our out-of-town readers who may happen 
to be in town this summer (New York is 
getting to be very popular as a summer resort 
with out-of-town folks) should not forget to 
visit the new store of Von Lengerke & Detmold, 
on Fifth Avenue, opposite the Waldorf-Astoria. 



It is doubtful if a more attractive sporting 
goods store exists, and the best part of it is the 
firm has sacrified none of its democracy to its 
aristocratic location. The feeling of cordiality 
which distinguished the old store 'way down 
town in what was once " Sporting Goods Row" 
is not lost on Fifth Avenue, and one finds 
pleasure in making purchases where smugness 
of clerks and high-water prices are not deemed 
attributes of elegant store fixtures and high- 
grade stock. 

The new Ideal Hand Book, No. 17, of useful 
information for shooters, published by the 
Ideal Manufacturing Company, New Haven, 
Conn., is out, and our readers will find it 
contains many new pages. We can heartily 
recommend it to users of firearms, and will say 
that no user of a rifle or a revolver who does 
any appreciable amount of shooting should be 
without a copy. It will save money, and if the 
shooter is inclined to experiment with loads he 
cannot go astray if he follows the loading 
instructions therein. It is free to shooters who 
mention Recreation. 

Marble's safety folding saw, for sportsmen 
and campers, is constructed and folded the 
same as Marble's safety carver, which was 
described in these columns last month. On 
account of being so safe, light and easy to 
carry, this saw is invaluable to all who go into 
the woods, and especially so to the student of 
forestry and botany. It has an 8-inch blade 
and weighs only 4 ounces. Readers of Recrea- 
tion can get a free catalogue of Marble's tricks 
for sportsmen by addressing the Marble Safety 
Axe Company, Gladstone, Mich. 

Persons who contemplate going to Maine 
cannot do better than first secure a copy of 
"Carleton's Pathfinder and Gazetteer," by 
L. T. Carleton, chairman of the Maine Fish and 
Game Commission. No better authority exists 
than Mr. Carleton, and his position enables 
him to give the facts. A copy (of the second 
edition) will cost but fifty cents, and it will 
prove worth the expense many times over, for 
it tells where to go to get results, if you want 
fish or game, and where not to go. Address 
L. T. Carleton, Augusta, Me., and mention 

Messrs. Schoverling, Daly & Gales write to 
us as follows: "Charles Daly hammerless shot- 
guns are a high-grade hand-made gun and are 
made in our Suhl factory, where Daly guns 
exclusively have been made for the past thirty- 
five years. Sauer hammerless shotguns, Sauer- 

Mauser rifles, Charles Daly three-barrel ham- 
mer and hammerless guns and combined shot 
and rifle are all made in the factory of Messrs. 
J. P. Sauer & Son, Suhl, Germany. The Daly 
three-barrel shotgun and rifle has always been 
made by them under contract for Charles Daly, 
and in later years has borne the names of both 
concerns." If interested in good guns, you can 
get a free catalogue by writing the importers 
and mentioning Recreation. Address Scho- 
verling, Daly & Gales, 310 Broadway, New 
York City. 

The name of L. C. Smith has long been 
synonymous of high art in shotguns, and the 
makers of the gun of that name, the Hunter 
Arms Company, Fulton, N. Y., have for years 
enjoyed a success commensurate with the high 
standard of their product. But the Hunter 
Brothers have not been content to rest on their 
oars, regardless of gold medals won by their 
famous L. C. Smiths. They are gun makers 
above all else, and having learned from much 
experimenting that their best gun could not be 
improved, they set about making an entirely 
new and different arm. This envolved into the 
now justly celebrated Hunter One-trigger, and 
so they had two "best" guns — each in its own 
way the finest weapon the best brains and 
workmanship of their establishment were 
capable of turning out. If you can appreciate 
a gun that has a good deal of the love of the 
gunsmith in its makeup, then get the booklet 
about these guns and read how they are made. 

Half of the pleasure a sportsman gets out 
of life is the living over as a "shut-in" the 
bygone excursions. When the grate fire burns 
cheerful and the sleet taps cold on the window- 
pane, how pleasant to look over pictures taken 
months before! If you have no camera, get a 
No. 3 B Folding Hawk -Eye, made by the Blair 
Camera Company, Rochester, N. Y., put it in 
your pocket and take it with you on your trip. 
It loads by daylight and takes pictures 3I by 5^. 

Stimulation without reaction. Borden's 
Malted Milk is delicious, concentrated nourish- 
ment, invaluable to the camper, made ready for 
use by adding water hot or cold. 

The Boston and Maine Railroad's folder of 
resorts for the vacationist will be found usefully 
instructive, and any one who may be interested 
to take a trip 'way down East should get one 
and read up. Address D. J. Flanders, G. P. 
& T. A., Boston, Mass. 

9 6 



"The Life of Animals," by Ernest Ingersoll, 
and published by The Macmillan Company, 
New York, is an important addition to the 
literature of popular natural history. It is a 
very comprehensive work, covering the entire 
world, and is illustrated profusely from colored 
plates, photographs from life and original 
drawings. The text being unburdened by tech- 
nicalities or by such details as belong to a text- 
book, and having to do with the life of animals, 
not their anatomy, nor their imagined spiritual 
development, it is a worthy addition to the 
home library. And since it is up-to-date and 
written from the American point of view, it will 
be the more understood and appreciated by 
the American reading public. 

"The Vagabond Book," by Frank Farring- 
ton, and published by the Oquaga Press, 
Deposit, N. Y., is meant, as the author explains, 
to be a call to get out of doors. The book is 
well printed, but the subject matter is patched 
together in a somewhat haphazard fashion. It 
is a collection of poems and short prose articles. 
Most of the titles are as old as the hills, but 
some of them have been given a pleasingly 
novel turn — for instance : " A Particular Walk , ' ' 
"Cross Lots," "Gypsying" and "There is a 
Place." One exceptionally good poem is in the 
lot, "The Hill Road." The others are trite. 
Though the book as a whole is rather super- 
ficial and commonplace, still it is worth reading 
— a good companion for an afternoon stroll in 
the country. 

The series of annotated reprints of the books 
of travel between the years 1748 and 1846, edit- 
ed by Reuben Gold Thwaite, LL.D., is a 
library in itself of real American history and 
achievement. The best thing that the publish- 
ers have done for years is the addition of an 
elaborate index to these volumes. All who 
have attempted to collect books of early 
American travel know how difficult it is to 
gather even a few volumes and how impossible 
it is for one with limited means to attempt to 
secure some of the rarest among these rare 
books. Hence it is with a feeling of gratitude 
that we welcome the advent of Thwaite's re- 
prints, and the only regret is that the edition is 
limited. The Arthur H. Clark Company, 
publishers, Cleveland, Ohio. 

"Camp Kits and Camp Life," by Charles 
Stedman Hanks, and published by Charles 
Scribner's Sons, New York, is by "Niblick," 
the author of "Hints to Golfers." Its photo- 
graphic illustrations, and the bits of narrative 
that enliven its tracts of information, have 
enough of the flavor of wild life to arouse any 
wistful nature lover. Unfortunately, the tender- 
foot will never dare to learn woodcraft by the 
book, nor could such a guide be properly taken 
as part of the camp kit. In the light of maga- 
zine articles and books upon similar themes, 
now .published in such large numbers, its hints 
about camp building and kindred topics cannot 
claim to be original. Many of the chapters, 
also, are packed with a long list of facts to be 
remembered, which are seldom arranged in 
such a way as to aid the memory. Still, the 
author's range of information is wide and the 
headings of the chapters are clear, and there 
is a good index, so that the book may be used 
quickly. The chief value of "Camp Kits and 
Camp Life," however, will be to drive men into 
the wilds rather than to save them from 
annoyance and danger, after they have really 
dared the mysteries of the unknown. After all 
the only guides in woodcraft are experience 
and the scorn of the true woodsmen. 

This is the age of the automobile story. It 
is impossible for the modern hero to go upon a 
quest or win the maiden of his desire, unless 
he be mounted on this fire-breathing dragon of 
recent invention. It may be questioned if this 
novel steed is not the trainer of heroes. For 
even the most pampered son of our effete 
civilization must become a man of sound 
common sense by the time he has mastered all 
the intricate machinery of this monster. Such 
is the effect, at least, upon the hero of Harrison 
Robertson's last novelette "The Pink Typhoon," 
published by Charles Scribner's Sons, New 
York. Judge Robert Macollister is a cautious 
bachelor who has reached the age when women 
marry a man for his money. Until he buys a 
red touring car his friends have thought him a 
hopelessly conventional member of society. 
But this new machine, which soon wins the 
name of the Pink Typhoon, transforms the 
Judge into a perfectly normal man. He de- 
velops a healthy love for two children, and 
then begins to take an amazing interest in the 
pretty young lady who seems content to serve 
as nurse-maid for the little friends of Mr. Bobs. 
The complications thus arising, and the anxiety 
which this apparently fatal romance causes to 
the old friends of the Judge, lead the story 
rapidly to a pleasing and happy termination. 
"The Pink Typhoor" is an attractive story in 
lighter vein. 



Jack London says : 

"After my return to California I began to wonder what 
in the dickens had become of those cigarets. And now your 
letter and the cigarets arrive together. I have sampled them 
and they are fine. What I like about them is that they are 
not sickenly sweet and heavy. They're just right — the real 
thing. With best wishes, 

(Signed) Jack London." 

Jack London has smoked cigarets the world over. He is in 
a position to make comparisons. He writes me in another 
letter that he first smoked real Russian cigarets during the 
Russo-Japanese War and that since that experience he has 
never found "the real thing in cigarets" until he tried 



My enthusiasm over these cigarets is due entire ly to my knowledge of them and of cigarets in general. I admit I am a crank on the 
subject. I have been a crank on smoke for twenty years. Whtn 1 talk about smoke I am talking from the smoker's standpoint — your 
standpoint and mine, as smoke cranks — and not as a manufacturer. 1 am a smoker first and a manufacturer afterward. I started the 
manufacture of these goods strictly because that was the only way to be sure that my friends and myself were going to be supplied with 
them regularly. If you know anything about the unci rtaintics of importing from Russia, you know I speak facts. 

I am now extending the sale of MakarotT Russian Cigarets to my other friends — the ones I haven't seen, but who are my friends 
just the same, because they like the good things of life as I do. 

Nearly every box of MakarotT Russian ( igarets discovers one of these friends for me. I seldom fail to get a hearty handshake by 
return mail. The friends I get, I keep. That's why I can afford to take all the risk of pleasing you, and / do it. 

Makaroff Russian Cigarets are offered to connoisseurs (another name for cranks) on the basis of smoking quality alone. They 
have got to please you as a particular smoker, better than anything you ever smoked before, or I don't want a cent. 

They are made of pure, clean, sweet tobacco, the finest and highest-priced Russian and Turkish growths, blended scientifically 
by our own Russian blenders. The Russians are the only real artists at cigarct blending — don't forget that. 

These cigarets are blended, made and aged as old wines are — by men with traditions of quality to live up to — men who have 
spent their lives at it and who have generations of experience back of them. 

Every cigaret is made by hand, by an artist. Every one is inspected before packing. I pass personally on the smoking quality of 
every lot of tobacco blinded. We use the thinnest paper ever put on a cigaret. 

Note this particularly — it's a big point. These cigarets will leave in your office or apartments no trace of the odor usually 
associated with cigarets. I defy anybody who approves the odor of any good smoke to object to the odor of these cigarets. (You know 
what the usual cigaret odor is like) 

Another thing— you can smoke these cigarets day in and day out without any of that nervousness or ill feeling which most 
smokers are familiar with as a result of ordinary cigaret smoking. This is straight talk and 1 mean it. These cigarets won't hurt you 
and you owe it to yourself to find it out for yourself. 

The cigarets are packed in cedar boxes, one hundred to the box — done up like the finest cigars. 


in gold will be put on your cigarets just as soon as you have tried them out and want them regularly. 

I will gladly send you full information about these cigarets, but talk is deaj and dumb as compared with actually smoking them. 
Smoke is the final test. 


Send me your order for a trial hundred of the size and value you prefer. Try the cigarets — smoke the full hundred, if you wish. 
If you don't like them, say so, and your money will lie instantly re turned. You rued not trouble to return any of the cigarets. I will 
take my chances on your giving any you don't want to some one who will like them and who will order more. 

I know that American connoisseurs would be ejuick to follow Europeans in recognizing the absolute superiority in smoking 
quality of Russian cigari ts. 

My sales last month were four times those of three months ago and olUy one man 'would take his money back. 

If you wish to enjoy cigarets at tluir best, without injury to your health, to your own sense of refinement or to that of your 
friends, tear out my coupon now and get acquainted with me and with real cigaret quality. 


(G. NELSON DOUGLAS) 95 Milk Street, Boston, Mass. Suite 94 

Draw a circle around the price indicating your selection 

Find enclosed remittance for $ 

in favor of G. Nelson Douglas for which 

Three Values " ( $2.00, $3.00, $4.00 per 100 please send me, prepaid, hundred 


Tta£ vlfu'L } * 2 - 50 ' * 4 - 00 ' $600 P" 10 ° Name 

cigarettes of size and value indicated i 

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Actual size picture. 



are characterized by that clearness and 
definition peculiar to all Premo pictures. 

Premoette is the most compact day- 
light loading film camera ever manufactured, 
being one-tbird smaller tban any otber 
2j4 x 3/4 camera on the market. 

Premoette takes the twelve exposure 
Premo Film Pack from which one or more 
nlms can be removed for development at 
any time. 

Premoette weighs but 11 ounces, 
costs but $5.00. 

Write for catalogue. 

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A beautifully illustrated publication giving full description, maps, etc., 
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Our Bookie 

showing our minnows 
printed in their natural 
colors is the most beau- 
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which fits the vest 
pocket nicely. 

"The Harder it Blows, the Brighter it Glows." 

Your dealer has (or can get) "The Matchless 
Cigar Lighter" — if he won't, we will mail you 
one postpaid with instructions for use and 
our two year guarantee — on receipt of price, 
50 cents. 

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Service Fly Book and Soak Box combined is absolutely 
moth-proof and keeps loop and gut moist without dampening 
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Why is the 7/?ar/i/i Repeating Shotgun, Model No. 17, 
the best low-priced repeating shotgun in the world ? 

By making this gun with a solid frame and a 
straight grip stock a number of parts have been 
eliminated. The result is a stronger, simpler, 
cleaner gun than any other repeating model, and a 
very much less costly one. 

The exclusively 27lar/&i solid top and side 
ejection are features of Model 17, and to these 
famous 772ar///i ideas are added the new double 
extractor and a two-piece safety recoil block — 
devices which repeating shotgun users will welcome. 

The 27lar/in breech block and working parts 
are cut from solid drop forgings. The barrel of 

special rolled steel is bored for both smokeless 
powder and black. The guaranteed 272ar//jz 
pattern of over 325 pellets with 1^ oz. No. 8 
shot in a 30-in. circle at 40 yards is maintained 
in Model 17. 

When the ducks come rushing in among the decoys or the 
grouse roar off through the dead leaves, you cannot be armed 
with a better, quicker, harder-hitting gun than the 27lar/i/i 
Model 17. 

It is a first-class quail gun. For woodcock, snipe, prairie 
chickens, sharp tail grouse or any other bird shooting it is 

Its records at the traps are wonderful. 

If your dealer cannot supply you write us direct. A' complete description of 
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DON'T neglect to investigate the New Type Fifteen 30-34 H. P., Four Cylinder 
St. Louis Touring Car, if you contemplate purchasing an automobile. It has many 
superior features you should know about. The dependable car of the season — easy 
to operate, economical to maintain, noiseless, powerful and fast. Write for new catalog. 
Sliding Gear Transmission — 3 speeds forward and reverse. Direct Bevel Gear Drive. 
Speed, 4 to 50 miles per hour on high gear. Wheel base, 106 inches. Carries five 
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A Palatable and 
Portable Food for 

Travelers, Campers, Sea-Goers 

Hunger - Satisfying 
Health - Sustaining 
and Does Not Cre- 
ate Thirst 



5000 New Model 1906 





AUTO MARINE GASOLINE engines this year, 

• • • WRITE FOR CATALOGUE l~20 H.R ■ ■ ■ 

DETROIT -AUTO MARINE CO. 77 Congress St/Detroit, Mich 


No. 308291 

No. 321297 

No. 319293 

No. 373296 

U . IVITniT" D^2 can ma ^ e ^ e ' ir own High Power hard or soft point bullets, 
I I ^J mm I tflO with two moulds, and keep some Cash in their pocket- 

books for powder, instead of spending it all for high-priced metal covered bullets that wear out 
the barrels. Send us the calibre of your rifle with three two-cent stamps for sample 
bullet and descriptive circular. 

The Phil. B. Bekeart Co., of San Francisco, Col., Agents for Pacific Coast. 
When you write please mention RECREATION. 

IDEAL MANUFACTURING CO., 12 U Street, New Haven. Conn., U. S. A. 

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This handsome, handy little take-down rifle, like history, 
repeats itself. As a means of pleasure and sport it is as far 
ahead of any other .22 caliber as an automobile is ahead of 
the historic one horse shay. True lovers of sport find great 
fun with it shooting moving small game where shotguns 
have heretofore generally been used. After loading this rifle, 
all that it is necessary to do to shoot it ten times is to pull the 
trigger for each shot. Although automatic in action, it is sim- 
ple in construction and not apt to get out of order. For city, 
country or camp it is the gun of the day. To get the best 
results alway use Winchester make of cartridges in this rifle. 

Ask your dealer to show you one. 

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k EC K EATION'S A l> V E K 'I I s I, R 

See America First 

The "Wonderland of the Cascades" 

Mount Tacoma and 
The Rainier National 

Park ^^ 


Tacoma Eastern Railroad 

Only a Few Miles from Tacoma, Washington 

" The scenery of Mount Tacoma is of rare and varied beauty. * * We have 
seen nothing more beautiful in Switzerland or Tyrol, in Norway or in the 
renees than the Carbon River glacier and the great Puyallup glaciers-* * The 
combination of ice scenery with woodland scenery of the grandest type 
be found nowhere in the old world, unless it be in the Himalayas, arid, so far 
as we know, nowhere else on the American continent." — Extracts from joint 
letter written by Hon. James Bryce, member of the English Alpine Club, and 
Prof. Carl Zittel, of Munich, a noted European geologist. 

Visitors to the Northwest 

should not fail to see this indescribable region with its grand volcanic -glacial 
peak, 14,528 feet high, 32,500 acres of perpetual snow and ice, 15 separate 
distinct glaciers with yawning crevasses hundreds of feet deep, rugged canyons, 
beautiful waterfalls, magnificent forests and entrancing mountain peaks 
containing nearly 500 varieties of wild flowers in bloom within a step of per- 
petual snow. Good Hotels and accommodations at reasonable rates.. 
Write for free illustrated descriptive matter 

General Freight and Passenger Dept., Desk 3, Tacoma, Wash. 

Copyrighted 1905 

By Kiser Photo Co. 



12 and 16 Gauge, .30-30 and .38-55 Calibre 

Best Gun of this kind on the ma 

like J\ • (jh 

rir, rnce, !Ko.oo 


302 and 304 BROADWAY 


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"Hammer the Hammer" 


"^a Owl's Head trade-mark is on the stock, because the 
revolver hammer never touches the firing pin. This 
safety principle, found only in the Iver Johnson Safety 
Automatic Revolver, is due to the fact that the lever 
which transmits the blow from the hammer to the firing 
pin is never in position to do so except when the trigger 
is pulled all the way back. 


It's full of firearm lore; gives important facts that every owner of 
firearms should know, and goes into details and illustrates by 
sectional views the peculiar construction of the Iver Johnson. 

Iver Johnson Safety 
Hammer Revolver 

S-in. barrel, nickel-plated 
finish, 22 rim fire cart- 
ridge, 32-38 center 
fire cartridge - - $5.00 

Iver Johnson Safety 
Hammerless Revolver 

3-inch barrel, nickel-plated 

finish, 82-38 center 

fire cartridge - - $6.00 

For sale by Hardware and Sporting Goods dealers everywhere, or 
will be sent prepaid on receipt of price if your dealer will not supply 


144 River Street. Fitchburg, Mass. 

New York Office : 99 Chambers St. Pacific Coast Branch : P. B. 
Bekeart Co., 2330 Alameda Ave.. Alameda, Cal. European Office: 
Pickhuben 4, Hamburg, Germany. 

For Over 60 Years 

I Mrs.Winslow's 

Soothing Syrup §j| 

: has been used for over FIFTY = 

i YEARS by MILLIONS of Mothers = 

: for their CHILDREN while TEETH- = 

s 1NG, with perfect success. IT = 


i== the GUMS. ALLAYS all pain, =_^ 

= CURES WIND COLIC, and is the S 

= best remedy for DIARRHOEA. Sold :==§ 

c== by Druggists in every part of the ==r 

; — r world. Be sure and aslc for Mrs. r=j 

j-s Winslow's Soothing Syrup and take =^ 

S no other kind. 25 Cents a Bottle. = — 

An Old and Well-tried Remedy 


f <HVfl/Ua/W€ 

Our NAME PLATE (as above) guarantees correctness 
of models and quality. All materials are selected carefully 
and applied by skilled workmen. Variety of models. Prices 
from $28 up. Prompt delivery. 

Send NOW for free illustrated catalog. 
OLD TOWN CANOE CO., 28 Middle St., Old Town, Me. 


will fill a long felt want in the kit of all true 
anglers. It is the most unique and complete 
line dryer ever invented. Made entirely of 
brass. Is absolutely rust proof. (One rust 
spot will spoil a line.) Can attach it any- 
where, door-jamb, table, shelf or tree. Cannot 
collapse when in use. One revolution takes 
five feet of line. C. Very light. Can be set 
up or knocked down in a jiffy. Knocked 
down it goes in pouch 1 inch in diameter by 
6 inches long. Money back after ten days 
if unsatisfactory. C. Price, $1.75 each. 


Best quality, cork grip, any length, $2.25 each 


Gold Medal, Buffalo, 1901 Gold Medal, St. Louis, 1904 


85-87 Fulton Street, New York 

126-page catalogue on receipt of 4 cents to cover postage 

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For Liquor and 

Drug Using 

A scientific remedy which has been 
skillfully and successfully administered by 
medical specialists for the past 25 years 


llarrisburg. Pa. 
Pittsburg, Pa., 

Birmingham, Ala,. . Washington. D. C. Oes Moines. la. RuflTnlo, V. V. 

Hot Springs, Arlc. 311 3¥. Capitol St. I^'xiiigton, Mass. White Plains, W. T. 

San Francisco Cal Dwight .11 KSSHM& ^SSWgZto A~. 4346 Fifth Ave. 

1190 Market St. Marion, Ind. 3*03 JLocnst St. Philadelphia. Pa., Providence, R. I. 

West Haven, Conn. Plainfleld, Ind. North Conway, nr. H. **13 ■. Broad St. Salt Lake City, Utah. 

They're made to measure 

Putman Boots 

Go on like a f glove^ fit all over. 

For a Quarter of a Century Putman Boots have been the Standard among Western Hunters, Prospect- 
, Ranchmen and Engineers (who demand the best) and we have learned through our personal con- 
tact with them how to make a perfect boot. Putman Boots are in use in nearly every civilized 
country in the World. They are Genuine Hand Sewed, Water Proofed, Made to measure, Del- 
ivery charges prepaid, and cost no more than others. Send for catalogue ot over 30 different 
8tyles of boots, and self measurement blank. Also Indian Tanned Moosehide Moccasins. 

Illustration shows No.200,14 inches high. Bellows Tongue, Uppers are Special 
Chrome Tanned Calf Skin, tanned with the grain of the hide left on, making the lea- 
ther water Proof, black or brown color. Made to measure and delivered for .. .$8.00 
H.J. PUTMAN & CO., 36 Hennepin Ave., MINNEAPOLIS, MINN 

This signature 

We have over 30,000 testimonials. 
For FREE Trial Package, also Free 
sample of FOOT=EASE Sanitary 

A Certain Cure for Tired, Hot, Aching Feet. \(\]<^«^u^vi^ CORN=PADp a new . nvention> ad _ 

DO NOT ACCEPT A SUBSTITUTE. on every box. dress, Aliens. Olmsted, LeRoy, N.Y. 

Aching Feet. \ftM*~&*o(!^Afc&^ 

7 x 7 ft. Wall Tent, 8 oz., Com- 
plete with ropes, poles and pegs 


Catalogue H, mailed on request 

6Ae Charles J. Godfrey Company 

111 Chambers Street, New York, U. S. A. 


Fine for Fishing, Camping and Seashore 

Hand woven by Mexicans 

in Mexico from palm fiber. 
Double weave, durable 
and light weight with col- 
ored design in brim. Re- 
tails at $1 .00, sent postpaid 
for 50c. to introduce our 
Mexican hats and drawn- 
work. Same hat, plain, 
40c; both for 75c. Large, 
medium and small sizes. 

Dept. N6, Mesilla Park, N. M. 

Hat Booklet — FREE. 


8 oz. Duck complete with poles and pins. 

7 ft. x 7 ft. $6.00 9 1=2 x 12 ft. $9.58 
7 ft. x 9 ft. $7.13 12 ft. x 14 ft. $12.98 

Waterproof tents and every requisite for campers from a "frying-pan 
to a folding cot." 

You can't be too careful in the selection of your camp outfit — better 
call and see us and get it right. Our catalog on " Tents " mailed free. 

JOHN C. HOPKINS & CO., 119 Chambers St, NewYork 



The most highly perfected speed boat of 1906. 

Lengths 21 , 23, 25 ft. Substantial in construction ; de- 
veloping highest speed. Motor, exhaust and ignition 
of types for 1907. 

Reliability and correctness of construction guaran- 

Our famous Atlantic Seagoing Dories and Atlantic 
Motor Skiffs for early delivery. "We can deliver 
promptly our Atlantic and Merrimac Motors. 

Full information sent on request; also our handsome 
illustrated folder No. 16. 


Boston Office and Salesroom, 59 Haverhill St. J 

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WESSON revolvers 
have this Monogram 
trade-mark stamped 
on tbe frame. None 
others are genuine. 



Ont of 2*0,000 hammerlpRd safety SMITH A WESSON* Revolvers made ami 
sold — not one dingle accident m.ij avef l»een reported. They cannot be ex- 
ploded utile-s the lafety lever l< pTOMed in a natural way as the trigger la 
pulled. .32 and ."« calibre, :. shot. 

Our new booklet, "The Revolver," illustrates and describee each model In 
detail and ;:ives nn aspert'i Inalmctlon for target shooting.' The moat Inter- 
esting ami iobtructive revolver ratalo 'ue publish.-. I. Bent free upon request. 


The hardened steel bearings found exclu- 
sively in SMITH & WESSON Revolvers 
correspond to the jewels of a watch, — 
and in every part of their smooth, 
wear resisting action a watch- 
like accuracy and reliability 
is maintained. In finish and 
every graceful line of their 
outward appearance they 
are artistic — distinctly a 
revolver for gentlemen's 
use. Only one grade of 
Revolvers is made, and 
that — the best that hu- 
man skill can make. 


SMITH 6. WESSON. 15 Stockbridge Street. Springfield, Mass. 

Pacific Coast Branch, 2330 Alameda Avenue, Alameda, Cal. 

No. 602 "NiPANOCH" Pocket Knife Tool Kit 

Most Useful 

Warranted Made in America 

With more or less frequency almost 
everyonehasusefora Knife, Heamer, 
File, Saw, ( liisel or Screw Driver, 
and this outfit is practical, yetso small, 
being contained in a Leather Pocket 
Book 4 l /ixi l /i inches, that the owner, 
by carrying it in his pocket, always has 
it at hand for immediate use, whether 
( 'ampin-. lloating.Tcaming, Driv- 
ing, in the Shop, Factory, Office, 
Store, Warehouse, Automobile, on 
the Farm, Bicycle, or around the 

Any Tool firmly attached or detached 
to the Pocket Knife in a second. 

Sent postpaid on receipt of price, 

Use It five days and if not satis- 
factory return it and I will refund 
your money. 


F7 Warren St. New York, N. Y. 


'* The little whistle with the big noise " 

The deepest toned av d most penetrating air whistle made, equally 
aseffective as the larger," can be plainly he«rd at i% miles. 
Complete your Launch equipment ! Buy a Caco ! " 
Send for our " Caco " Launch catalogue. 


{Launch DepU) 181-3-5 Mercer Street, New York 

Cut It in Half 

and you will see that, un- 
like all other Collar Button 

The One-Piece 


is double thick, where 
double strength is needed — 
in the shank. Not a weak 
spot in it. Made of one 
piece only. Hammered into 
graceful shape that makes it 
easy to button and unbut- 
ton. 21 models for ladies 
and gentlemen. Gold, Sil- 
ver, or Rolled Plate. Free 
booklet, "The Story of a 
Collar Button," gives 
entertaining information. 
Want one? 

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]< E 6 I< E AXIOM'S A 1> V E i< T I s E i< 




This is one of out TWELVE DIFFERENT GRADES comprising a 
complete line of both STEEL and DAMASCUS barrels* Among 
them there is one to suit YOUR REQUIREMENTS for QUALITY, 
SERVICE and PRICE. BAKER GUNS are non-dischar gable ex- 
cept by actually pulling the triggers — thereby SAFE from any internal 
derangement of mechanism, 

Sznd for free copy of the u Baker Gunner," fully descriptive and interest- 
ing to sportsmen* 

Baker Gun and Forging Co., Bata via. N. Y., U. S. A. 

HpHIS illustration shows the double thick nitro 
breech and narrow skeleton rib of an ITHACA 
No. 7 $300 list gun. CJ This feature, together 
with the reinforced frame, reinforced stock and 
double bolt, makes the ITHACA the strongest and 
safest gun for Nitro powder. {[ We build every- 
thing from a featherweight 5I pound 20 gauge 
gun to a 10J pound 10 guage duck, fox and goose 
gun. C| Send for Art Catalogue describing 17 grades 
10, 12, 16 and 20 gauge guns ranging in price 
from $17.75 to $300. 


Lock Box 3 

Pacific Coast Branch, 114 Second Street, San Francisco, California 

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VL*H*L A. r, „ 

'QlOh. CLL, 


^-^ *J *-J Long Continuous Run Breaking Without Miss, 213 (winning high average), M*\J\J 
Territorial Tournament, Blackwell, Okla., May 2, 3. 


■*• VV Tulsa, I. T., May 7, 1906. 

Mr. Ed. O'Brien, making the above scores, Chose to Shoot 



A New Bulk Powder for Shot Guns Only* 

Clean shooting, makes a perfect pattern, high velocity, safe, 
is unaffected by climate. 

Have your shells loaded with " Dead Shot Smokeless." Your 
dealer will gladly supply it. If you are in doubt write to us. 
Write to us anyway for booklet. 



Mr. E. C. Griffith, at Boston Shooting Association, 
April 21st, 1906, Broke (30 being at 20 yards) 


At Watertown, Mass., May 5, 1906, in a team match, he ^ U\J 

Broke All His Birds, IOO STRAIGHT. 



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The Hunter 
One -Trigger 

All " One -Trigger " mechanism 
depends on friction to prevent both 
barrels discharging at the same time 


HE above illustration will show at a glance that there is no surface friction about it. 
Consequently dirt and rust or a gummy condition does not prevent its working perfectly. 
THE HUNTER will not "Balk" 01 "Double." 1^ We also manufacture the famous 

L. C. Smith Guns, whi ^'X* er Hunter One-Trigger 

which, together 
I with the 

won the Gold Medals at the LEWIS & CLARK EXPOSITION. <J Write for Catalogue. 

Hunter Arms Co., Fulton, N.Y. 


Sportsmen's Clothing 

Sheds Water like a Duck's Back 

Combines the advantage of perfect tailoring with 
protection against rain. Water-proofed by a patent 
process, permitting thorough ventilation, yet rail} 
does not penetrate in any ordinary storm. Soft 
and pliable ; sightly and durable ; no rubber or 
paraffine. Fit, finish and waterproof qualities 

Coat lined throughout the entire body with same 
rain-proof material as outside. Patent bellows 
under arms give extra ventilation and freedom of 
movement with paddle, rod or gun. Pockets for 

Trousers reinforced front and large double seat. 

Give loose breast measure over garments to be 
worn with coat. Waist and leg measure for 

Made in two colors, light tan and dead grass 

Coat, $5 ; trousers, $3 ; hat, f 1. Express prepaid. 


Neatly tailored coat and skirt. Gives absolute 
protection on any outing trip. Suitable for gun- 
ning, fishing, tramping, boating climbing. Coat, 
$5.00; skirt, $4.00. Express prepaid. Booklet, with 
samples of material and directions for self-meas- 
urement sent free. Special discount to dealers. 

1 Blandlna St„ Utlca, N. Y. 


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Von Lengerke & Detmold 
Sportsmen's Goods 

349 Fifth Ave. (Cor. 34th St.) New York 

You are assured of the best in quality, 
style and price, backed by an experience 
of twenty-five years. 

An unexcelled stock of 



Fishing Tackle 


Athletic Goods 
Tennis Racquets 
Baseball Goods 
Football Goods 

Campers' Supplies 

€^ We particularly cater to discriminating 
sportsmen and outdoor people and their 
individual ideas. Only expert salesmen to 

show goods. f& Large catalogue on request. 


Exactly so— a Basket Refrigerator! 
Keeps luncheon delightfully cool for 
Picnickers Sport tira<>n, Traveller*, Auto- 
moblllsts and Offlee-people. Strong rattan 
body, hinged lid, non-rusting metal-lin- 
ing, interlined with asbestos and hair 
felt. Removable Ice compartment. 
Bottom dressed with mineral paint — proof 
against dampness. Special sizes for auto- 
mobiles on request. 

Size 2, 20x13, 10 inches deep. 93.50 
Size 1, 18x10, 8 Inches deep $3.25 
SlzeO, 13x9, 7 inches deep §2.50 
Let us mail you Free illustrated booklet with 
endorsements from folks you know. 
70S Main St.. Burlington. la. 

Use This Basket 
30 Days at Our Risk 

If your hardware dealer 
does not have Hawkeye 
Refrigerator Baskets, 
send us his name and 
we will ship you a bas- 
ket to trj. P«j for It If it 
"makes good." Otherwise 
return it at our expense. 

Going to Camp? 

We Can Fit You Out 

All kinds of Tents, Camp Furniture and Supplies for Campers. 

While manufacturing thousands of tents under Gov- 
ernment contract and executing enormous contracts for 
railroad builders, we are enabled to make and sell tents 
direct to the public at prices, quality considered, which 
dealers or even smaller manufacturers cannot approach. 

For Instance, the magnificent "Wall Tent shown above 
we mane in various sizes, from $5.61 up. And you have 
the CHANNON guarantee of quality ! 

Send for Catalog 

Of Wall Tents, 
Family Tents 
with rooms 
(like a summer cottage). Golf and Garden Tents, Circus 
Canvases, etc. ; also Camp Furniture, Hammocks, Bags, 
Yacht Sails. Flags of all kinds — everything that can be 
made of canvas or canvas and leather; all shipped di- 
rect from our factory, probably the largest canvas goods 
factory in the United States. Write for free catalog 
quoting special prices. Write for the catalog today. 

H.Channon Company. 

28 flarket St., Dept 10 Q Chicago 
igirHere is our Genuine Indian Wigwam 

4 feet high, 6 feet in diameter, heavy sheet- 
ing, decorated in genuine -^ 
Indian design. Suitable CI C| 1 
for yard and lawn. Just •K £ m\J\J 
the thing fur the childrenX 

114 toot Wigwams, heavy canvas, for 
large boys and adults, $4.00 and 85.00. 

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For your Row Boat, Sail Boat or L,aunch 
No Cranks to start — No cams, valves, gears, springs 
or sprockets. No moving parts but piston, pump 
and crank shaft. 

All working parts in full view. 

We build all sizes of Boat Engines. 

1395 Jefferson Ave. Detroit, Mich. 

Professional Bait Casting 
with a free running spool 

A New Reel for 1906 

Ask your dealer to explain, or send 
for description 


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WM. LANAHAN & SON, Baltimore, Md. 




Sylmar Olive Oil was awarded the 
Grand Prize (highest award) at the St. 
Louis World's Fair, in competition with all 
other olive oils. It is the natural oil of 
olives, to which nothing has been added, 
nor anything taken away; guaranteed 
pure. It will keep longer than any other 
oil without turning rancid. We own the 
ranch, the trees and the mill. We produce 
this oil under the most favorable conditions 
from the finest ripe olives grown. 

Sylmar Olive Oil retains all the rich, 
fruity flavor of ripe California olives and is 
most palatable. Sylmar Olive Oil is 
absolutely the finest article of its kind that 
can be produced, and can be purchased 
with the confidence that every bottle will 
stand the most rigid chemical analysis and 
be proven absolutely free from adulterants. 

Natural Oil of Olives Perfected from 

"Blossom to Bottle " on the 

Largest Olive Ranch in the World. 

Send post-office or express money order for 
S3 .00 for three quart-size bottles, and we will 
deliver them to you express prepaid. Use one 
bottle; if at the end of thirty days you are not 
delighted with its efficacy, your money will b" 

We publish a booklet containing physi- 
cians' directions for medicinal uses of olive 
oil, cooking receipts. Government recom- 
mendations, descriptions of our process and 
directions for detecting adulterants in olive 
oil. We will send this booklet and a sample 
bottle of the oil to any address for 10 cents 

Two tablespoonfuls of Sylmar Olive Oil 
Contributes more nourishment than a 
pound of meat, because it is wholly assimi- 
lated without taxing the digestive organs. 
The body is a machine which must be 
lubricated in order to run smoothly and be 
vigorous. Eat natural olive oil freely and 
pay the doctor less. 

Los Angeles Olive Growers' Ass'n, m ***** Bld «- Los Angeles, Cal. 

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State Championships 


OWENSBORO, MAY 24, 1906 


98 x 100 



Won by Mr. J. R. GRAHAM 

94x100 from 19 yard mark 




, 190 

: 48 

I o 

out of 50 




Won by Mr. James T. Atkinson — 99 x 100 from 18 yard mark 
In this event 2 scores of 98, 5 of 97, and 4 of 96. All using Peters Factory Loaded Shells 

The Peters Cartridge Co., Cincinnati, Ohio 

New York: 98 Chambers Street, T. H. Keller, Manager 

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< ,^ N Vn ^"*^ 


If the outfit for a summer camp is care- 
fully selected from a catalog such as our 
big new book of 300 pages, there can be 
more comfort than you have ever dreamed 
of. Without a good tent, and a few of the right 
accessories, camping can be a dismal failure 
even under midsummer weather conditions. 
Send for our catalog R and go through it 
for ideas. Then add to the outfit one of our 
Touradif or Club canoes, which any woman 
can handle in safety. 


Complete Outfits for Explorers, Campers 
Prospectors and Hunters 

57 Reade St. (One door from Broadway) New York 

"Monarch" Fly Book 

With transparent pockets, as illustrated E»«h 

No. 141. ONE LEAF, HOLDS 48 FLIES, $1.50 

No. 142. TWO LEAVES, HOLDS 48 FLIES, $2.50 
No. 163. THREE LEAVES, HOLDS 72 FLIES, $3.00 

Our Reputation for Fine Fishing Tackle 
is Established 

We are also pre-eminent for Medium and Cheaper Goods 

Our Stock contains Everything for the Angler 

Trout Booklet mailed free on request 




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should protect themselves with a perfect weapon; one that is built for use 
where gunsmiths are scarce. THE 

COLT New Service 

is the most powerful revolver ever produced (made in all the large calibres) and has been adopted 
by many Governments and Mounted Police. C. It has the COLT grip and COLT solid frame. 

For Over Fifty Years the Standard of the Firearms World— COLT 

Our Catalogue "Positive " describes this and other Colt models 







Where accuracy and 
sure firing qualities are 
desirable use none but 
the U. S- 


United States Cartridge 60. 

Lowell, Mass. 

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R E C R E A T I O N ' S AUV E R T I S E B 

J . Pi<ttureS 

The Lens of the Camera 

is the most important teature. This year Kodaks, Premos, Hawk- 
eyes, Centuries, Graflex and other cameras can be had fitted with the 
Tessar Lens, a lens that will make all kinds of pictures under 
all kinds of conditions. This lens requires only about half the 
light required by lenses usually furnished on cameras. It is there- 
fore possible to use it for home portraiture, photographing the 
babies, as well as the most rapid outdoor pictures, with equally 
good results. No other lens has so wide a range of usefulness 
and is at the same time so compact and perfect optically. 
Specify Tessar when ordering your camera. 

Send for Booklet "Aids to Artistic Aims." 

Bausch & Lomb Optical Co., 

Rochester, N. Y. 

New York Boston Washington Chicago 

San Francisco 

>*~. — "•" ' ' " ' ■ : " ' ! — ' — ' ' ■ 


Camera Reputation is founded upon 


Our line for 1906 is the result of 
over 22 years' experience in doing 
making Cameras. 

one thing well- 

New Catalog, describing all the latest 
models, varying in price from $10.50 to 
$150.00 can be obtained from your dealer 
free, or by writing 


Century Camera Co. 

Rochester, N. Y. 



you wouldn't being 


For the same reason you can hunt photographically to 
better advantage by having an 

Auto Graflex Camera 

A Graflex shows the full-size picture at the very instant 
of exposure, and RIGHT SIDE UP. The ideal outfit 
for high-speed work. Send for Catalogue. 
FOLMER & SCHWING CO. Rochester, N.Y. 

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recreation's advertiser 

For Everything 

Price (Nickel) 

In a Revolver 

A Fay & Bowen Engine 

Took One First and One Second Prize 
in the Palm Beach Races in February. 

H. & R. Revolvers ; vil,standthecloses \ scrutin >;; 

Investigate them and you will 
buy no other. 

The H. & R. Revolvers are 

A FAY & BOWEN ENGINE came in first in 
the Chicago-Mackinaw Endurance run last summer, 
running the 39 hours without a single stop. 

A Reliable Two-Cycle Machine started without a 

Our unique Make-and-Break Sparker is admitted to 
be the bcit. 

Write far free catalogue of Motors and Fine Boats. 

Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 

74 Lake Street, Geneva, N. Y. 

How To 


Game Heads, Birds, 
Animals, Fishes, Etc. 

Be a taxidermist. "We can teach you by 
Mali to stuff specimens of birds, animals, 
fishes and reptiles; also to tan skins, make 
rugs, etc. (This is a most profitable and 
fascinating business). Easily and quickly 
learned In your own home, during your 
spare time. Adapted to Men, Women and 
lioy*. ."tuiiilui'd Methods, low rates, 
satisfaction Guaranteed. If you are a 
sportsman, naturalist or nature lover, you 
should be able to save your fine trophies. 
Adorn your home, office or den with beau- 
tiful mounted specimens. Double your In- 
come by mounting for your friends. Are 
you interested? If so, send for our beauti- 
ful catalog, and the Taxidermy Magazine — 
both free. Ask today. 

625 J St.., Omaha, Neb. 

known around the world for 
their safety, accuracy, durability, perfect de- 
sign, and general superiority. 

Only the most skilled mechanics and only 
the finest quality of material employed in 
their manufacture. Every piece is finished 
to the 1 oooth part of an inch and fits perfectly, 
no rattle in " H. & R." such as a quick shake 
reveals in other makes. 

Every revolver that leaves the factory has 
passed the most rigid inspection and is guar- 
anteed perfect. 

Barrel and cylinder drilled from solid piece 
of finest forged steel, solid steel frame, hand- 
some rubber stock, affording good grip. 

Noted for smooth action, perfect accuracy 
and power. Don't experiment with an un- 
reliable make because low price is offered as 
a tempting bait. 

The H. & R. Model 1905 Double Action Revolver 
is medium in size, weight and pi ice, hut an effective 
weapon. 32 caliber, 5 shot C. F. S. & W. cartridge. 

2^4" barrel, nickel finish. price $2.50. 

4'.j" barrel, - $3.00. 

6" barrel, $3.50. 

For blue finish add 50c. to either size. Greatest value 
ever offered for the price. 

Sold by all dealers in reliable sporting goods. 

If not sold in your town, we will ship dit ect prepaid 
on receipt of price, 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Co., 


Send for catalog of our full line including our 
famous Safety Hammerless. 

Have you a Dog? 

We will send, if you mention Its breed, 
Polk Miller's Great Book on Dogs; 
How to Take Care of Them; Sen. Vest's 
Eloquent Tribute to a. Dog, and A 
Yellow Dog's Love for a. Nigger 
(the famous poem) all for 10c, just to adver- 
tise Sergeant's Famous Dog 
Remedies. Address, 


863 Main St., Richmond, Va. 

16 Foot Launch 


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Michigan Steel BoatCo.' 

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Motor Boat 

is the Twentieth Century possibility with 
our system of One Lever Control. For the 
health-seeker there is nothing that will 
produce the desired results quicker than a 
comfortable and reliable boat. Ask your 
doctor and let us show you. For business, 
towing, freighting and all other purposes 
where hard and continuous service is re- 
quired, Racine Boats will " make good " be- 
cause they are fitted with heavy, powerful 
engines that have stood the test of years. 
Remember we offer you 22 years of suc- 
cessful experience. 

A complete line of Racine Motor Boats, 
Auto Boats. Sail Boats, Row Boats, Hunt- 
ing Boats, Dingheys, Canoes, Engines and 
Boat Supplies will be found at our different 
show rooms for inspection, trial and 
prompt delivery. 

122 W. 34th St., New York 
509 Tremont St., Boston 
38 Delaware Ave., Camden 
1321 Michigan Ave., Chicago 
182 Jefferson Ave., Detroit 
321 First Ave. S., Seattle 

St. Louis 
New Orleans 
Jacksonville, Fla. 
San Francisco 
Los Angeles 

Nashville, Tenn. 

Savannah, Ga. 







Sault Ste. Marie 

Mexico City, Mexico 

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We'll do the rest. 


Racine Boat Mfg. Co. 

Muskegon, Michigan 

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They are built from the knowledge gained through 31 years of practical experience 
in canoe construction. As a result authorities on such matters recognize my canoes as 
the standard of perfection. From "stem to stern" there isn't a flaw. They combine 
lightness with strength and stability with speed — the four essentials cf the ideal canoe. 
They will withstand the hardest kind of trips. 

My " Indian Girl " model still holds its own as a favorite. Its frame is of 
selected Northern "White Cedar and covered with a specially prepared canvas. This 
makes it staunch and light. Its lines are beautiful. 

Lengths: 15, 16, 17 and 18 feet. Weight: 56 to 80 pounds 
Net price, $32 to $44, f. o. b. cars at Canton, N. Y. 
My illustrated catalog is free. Contains, interesting information of cedar and 
canvas-covered canoes, sailing and cruising canoes, paddles, oars, sails, fittings, etc. 
J. H. RUSHTON, 817 Water Street, Canton, New York 

Mullins Steel Boats £&££ 'i&S/ES, 

built of steel with air chambers In each end 
like a life boat. Faster, more buoyant, 
practically indestructible, don'tleak, dry 
out and are absolutely safe. They can't 
■Ink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble. 
Every boat is guaranteed. Highly en- 
dorsed by sportsmen. The ideal boat for 
pleasure, summer resorts, parks, etc. 

Write for 

pleasure, summer ro^na, ymmm», eii.. ----.,,.,,- Catalogue. 

The W. H. Mulling Company, 320 FranMin St., Salem, Ohio 

The Outing Launch ^ utt 4250. 

Your vacation, if near a body of water, will be incomplete without a launch. 
For hunting, fishing or pleasure, the Outing is superior to all boats of its 
class. Draws but 10 to 14 ins. of water, speedy, comfortable, 18 ft. long 
on water line, reversing engine. Regular launch construction with exclusive 
"Outing" features. We can ship immediately. Write for descriptive catalog. 
OUTING BOAT CO.. 13512 South Park Ave., Chicago. 111. 

Highest Awards a.t St. Louis World's Fair. Adopted by govern- 

merits of United States, Canada and England. We supplied every U. S. 
Alaskan boundary survey in last 10 years. Hundreds of testimonials from 
government officials, navy commanders, army officers, prospectors, explorers 
and others; the best ever published. 15 models to select from. Catalogue 
free. Write to-day. 


Just $94.50 for this complete 
launch. This is not a smell 
rowboat with an engine, but e 
full stead modern power boat. 
Wa e re the largest manufact- 
urer* of power boats, canoes 
end dinghy's la the world. 
Write to-day for catalog. 



Just$94 5 -S 

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has made the most marvelous records, figuring speed with horse-power 5 
combine these with reliability and economy, and it 
merits your thorough investigation. 

Rochester Gas Engine Co., 711 Driving: Park Ave., Rochester, N.Y. 
T. P. Busline 11, 114 East 28th Street, New York, 

Agent for New York, has full line of engines 


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flavored Champagne, com- 
paring favorably with the 
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Can be made from an ordinary Canoe or Row-boat by install'ng a 

engine fc H.p B Engine iPfc"ti 

H. D. Baird's latest and greatest 2 
cycle gasoline engine. Simplest, strong- engine with completi boat fittings 

*■ ™ +• ?i A A • AND ACCESSORIES . . . $39 

est, most poweriul and speedy engine 

of its class — drives Canoe, Row-boat or 12 to 20 ft. Launch 6 to 10 miles 
per hour, or a 35 ft. Sailor "&% to 4 miles per hour as an auxiliary. Reversi- 
ble — runs in either direction — anvone can install and run it — always safe 
and certain to go. SOLD UNDER 5 YEAR GUARANTEE. 

SAINT CLAIR MOTOR CO., Dept. 8 Detroit, Mich. 

Catalog FREE 


Motor Boats, Rowboats, Hunting and Fishing Boats 

built of steel with air chambers in each end like a lifeboat. Faster, 
more buoyant, practically indestructible, don't leak, dry out and are 
absolutely safe. They can't sink. No calking, no bailing, no trouble 
Every boat is guaranteed. Highly endorsed by sportsmen. The ideal 
boats for pleasure or sport. Catalogue describing our complete line of 
craft sent free on request. 
The W. H. Muilins Co., 320 Franklin Street. Salem. Ohio 

An attractive pamphlet, full of the temptation 
of river, field and mountain, is published by the 


under the title, " Summer Homes in the Green 
Hills of Vermont, Islands and Shores of Lake 
Champlain, Adirondacks and Canada." It is filled 
with excellent pictures of summertime scenes in 
places far from the press of city life. There are complete descrip- 
tions of the various resorts, convenient time tables and lists of the 
special excursion rates of which the wise may take advantage. 

Hints for the 


Two Splendid New Day 
Trains with Dining-Car Service 

See announcement in "Summer Homes." Those 

who have not yet settled the great question as 

to where the vacation shall be spent can hardly do 

better than consult this pamphlet, which may be 

obtained by sending six cents for postage to 


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Steel Fishing Rods 

WITH the approach of the bass- season your 
mind naturally turns to fishing tackle, and 
for the bass, which you know is a plucky 
little fighter, you naturally want a plucky little 
rod. There is no better bass rod made than the 
"Bristol" Sleel Fishing Rod. It gives just enough, 
has strength to withstand the severe strains and is 
light. Different Bristols for different uses — all 
equally efficient. The "Bristol" is the best all 
around rod made, tfl Your dealer sells ''Bristol" 
rods, but for your protection see that you get the 
genuine. It has the name "Bristol" stamped on 
the reel-seat. ^ ^ ^A ^< >< 


FREE — Our beautiful color 
This describes the" Bristol" 
ing Rod, etc., as well 
combination reel and 

ca la lo g. 

Steel Fish- 
a s the 

The Horton Mfg. Co. 

21 Horton Street 


Rifle ' 



» This 
er can 
^jj be attached 
qA to any 
A, standard 

Cy" rod, and may 
^ be freely used in 
the finest rifle 
without possibility 
of injuring it. 
Each of its sections 
or brushes is composed of 
j§? six washers of the softest 
y brass gauze that can be 

,<^£ made, and all are a trifle less in 
sV diameter than the bore for 

which they are designed. By 
^ this arrangement the spring of its 

<f? spirally-bent steel-backbone presses 

^^ but one side of each brush against the 

bore and the twist in the wire causes 
the cleaner to follow the lines of the rifling, with the 
result that every atom at the bore is treated, and that 
all leading, copper, rust or caked powder is quickly 

This cleaner does its work thoroughly and is exceed- 
ingly durable. Ask your dealer first. Price, prepaid, 
50 cents. Field Cleaner, 75 cents. Mention caliber. 
Send for 56 page, 1906, free catalogue "A." 

Marble Safety Axe Co., Gladstone, Mich. 


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Making Dust 
on a Hill 

Every motorist knows 
that to "spurt" up a long 
hill requires a tremendous 
amount of reserve energy ; 
that to reach and sustain 
high speed under such con- 
ditions an engine must be 
capable of developing great 
power. These quali- 
fications have 
made the 



not only as a 
hill-climber but as a car 
always to be depended upon, 
no matter how severe the service. 
And with it all the cost of main- 
tenance is so low that a small allow- 
ance for fuel and lubrication prac- 
tically covers the season's outlay. 

Your nearest dealer (his address 
will be furnished upon application) 
is waiting for an opportunity to 
tell you more about the Cadillac. 
See him. Also let us send our 
Illustrated Booklet K. 

Model K. 10 h. p. Runabout, $750. 

Model M, Light Touring Car (shown above), $950. 

Model H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500. 

AH prices f. o. b. Detroit. Lamps not included. 

Cadillac Motor Car Co., 
Detroit, Mich. 

, Member Asso. Licensed Auto. Mfn. 

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R EC k io ATI o \i 's A h Vi: R'i' I s i. R 

Whether you are left on second base or make 

A Home Run 

in the game of Life depends largely 
on the food you eat. One man 
" fans out " on the home plate ; 
another goes to the bat, full of 
energy and power, and makes a 
' 'three-bagger." Why? One 
is made of flabby fat ; the 
other of hard and tenuous 
muscles. One eats carbo- 
hydrates — fat makers ; 
the other eats nitrogen- 
ous foods — muscle, 
bone and brain-makers. 
In white flour you 
get the starch in the 
wheat and little else. 
You can't make 
Muscle or Brain 
out of starch. In 

Shredded Whole 
Wheat you get 

all the rich, 
ing, muscle 

stored in the 
outer coats 
of the wheat 
berry made 
digestible by 
the shredding process. 
Shredded Wheat is found on the 
training table of every col- 
lege and university. It is 
used to make soldiers at the 
United States military acad- 
emy at West Point. It is 
served on nearly every ship 
that sails the seas — a convinc- 
ing proof of its digestibility 
and wholesomeness. 

The Biscuit (warmed in oven) is 

delicious for breakfast with hot or 

cold milk or cream or for any meal 

in combination with fruits, creamed 

vegetables or meats. TRISCUIT is the 

shredded wheat wafer, used as a Toast 

with butter, for picnics, excursions, 

for light lunches on land or on sea. 

Our cook book is sent free. 


The Natural Food Company 


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Hot Meals without a Bre 

Delicious soups, entrees, meats, etc., in Aetna 
Self-Heating Tins, the greatest boon to the 
sportsman, the camper or the yachtsman. 
The Aetna pure foods are delightfully savory, 
satisfy the most exacting palate and the 

Aetna Can Heats Automatically 

without fire or without a match 
" Just a little cold iPoaier " 

Assorted sample cases $1.00. 

Explanatory booklet FREE on 
request. Ask your grocer. 

Aetna Self-Heating Food Co., 

Suite 1400-10. 74 Broadway, New York. 


By the BROOKS System 

10,686 novices — most of them with no tool cx- 
perience whatever — built boats by the Brooks syst< in 
last year. Over fifty per cent, have built their m cond 
boat. Many have established themselves in the boat- 
building business. 

If you can drive a nail and cut out a piece of ma- 
terial from a full-size pattern- you can build a Canoe- 
Row boat — Sailboat — Launch — or — Yacht —in 
your leisure time — at home. 

The Brooks System consists of exact size printed 
paper patterns of every part of the boat — with de- 
tailed instructions and working illustrations show- 
ing each step of the work— an itemized bill of ma- 
terial required and how to secure it. 

All you need is the patterns, costing from $2.50 
up— and materials from $5.00 up. Only common 
household tools required. 

We also furnish complete boats in the Knockdown 
form — ready to put together. Satisfaction guaranteed 
or money refunded. 

Our big free catalogue tells how you can build 
boats all styles — all sizes. 


(Originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building) 
507 Ship Street, - - Bay City, Mich., U. S. A. 

"The Expert" 

Large capacity, light in weight. 

Very strong— extensively used in lake and saltwater 
fishing. Smaller sizes for trout or bass — fly rod. 

Hardened steel bearings. No gearing to get out of 

Hardened steel click, double-pointed reversible; 
others have brass click. 

Back sliding. No gearing to cause trouble. 

Patented brake guard. 

Removable spool. 

Only one screw in whole reel, and it can't work 

Best trolling reel made. 

Will stand hard usage. 

We make all repairs free, which no other maker 
will do. 

Price $2.00 to $3.25. .40-100 and 200 yards. 

Ask to see them at the nearest dealers. Insist on 
it being stamped " Expert." 

Our booklet will tell you all about them for postal. 


17 Prospect St. Newark, N. J. 

Makers of famous "Takapart" and "Featherlight" Reels 

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The pleasure of an outing afloat or ashore is increased by the cooling 
comfort of a good draught of DUFFY'S APPLE JUICE. 

For healthfulness and deliciousness there's no other beverage comparable 
with it. It has the ripe flavor of freshly gathered apples, with a snap and 
sparkle all its own. 

DUFFY'S APPLE JUICE is the pure juice of the ripe apple, sterilized 
and non-alcoholic. It is the health drink par excellence for old and young. 

Sold by all first-class grocers and druggists^ If your dealer cannot supply you S2ni us 
$3*00 for trial dozen D3ttles; all charges prepaid to any part of the United States. 

DUFFY'S Mother Goose book for the children sent free on request. 



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FOR PICTURES 3^ x5y 2 



E.ff icient and Convenient. 

Opens Horizontally 

The way most pictures are made. Pocket 
size; daylight loading, and every adjust- 
ment for perfect work. 

Price, - $20.00 


Rochester, N. Y. 

Send for descriptive 

Send for out 10OG catalogue. The I.yman Gunsight Corporation, Middlefield, Conn. 

TDETTER than Broadway" in the heart of 
•^■^ the woods! The sportsman's noonday 
snack is made zesty by a Club Cocktail. 
They're bottled ready to serve, but mixed far 
better than Broadway's best guess-work cock- 

Club Cocktails are made 
of the finest liquors, aged in 
wood. They are economical, 
uniform and convenient to 

Just strain through cracked 
ice and serve. 

Seven varieties: Manhattan, Martini, 
Vermouth, Whiskey, Holland Gin, Tom 
Gin and York — each one deUcious — 
of all good dealers. :: :: :: 

Q. F. HEUBLEIN & BRO , Sole Props. 

Hartford New York London 


Turner- Reich Prismatic Binocular 

will convince you that the ordinary field glass 
at any price is a waste of money. Every 
sportsman needs a binocular. With a Turner- 
Reich Binocular you can examine your game 
before it is in shooting distance. 


Gundlach-Manhattan Optical Company 

790 Clinton Ave. So. , Rochester, N. Y. 

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THE HOTEL CHAMPLAIN offers its guests the 
pure, bracing, pine-laden air of the Adirondacks, 
superb views from its commanding location on the 
shore of Lake Cnamplam, ana ideal conditions of 
service and social environment. Tne healthy out- 
door life has made it a favorite social center for the 
younger set. 

GOLF — An 18-hole course — with one exception tne 
oldest m America — kept in championship form. Pro- 
fessional in charge. 


State. Splendid roads for automobilmg and coaching. 
Fully equipped boat, living and bathing nouses and 
sandy beach. 

HOTEL CHAMPLAIN is located on the main line 
of the * Delaware fe? Hudson R.R., three miles from 
Plattshurgh, N. Y., and is reached in through 

Descriptive booklet sent on application. Address 

DELAWARE & HUDSON R.R. Ticket Office (until July 1st) 1354 Broadway, N. Y. 
After that date, HOTEL CHAMPLAIN, Clinton County, N. Y. 

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ortsman's Book 

544 Pages 1000 Illustrations 

Sent Free 




by 'Buzrxaw 

camping amd campinc (x/tftts 

ct/tooor uf€ provisions 
outfits receipts ■ ciothinc 
medicine fishermens and 
ancler5 manual hunters - 

and sportsmen's guide 
shotgun shooters manual 
campers manual woodcraft 
iig game hunters' manual 









'4HU<M »M> CA*. AOiA* >»0"T 

New edition just 
from the press. 
Most common- 
sense Guide ever 
published. Be- 
sides HUNT- 
and TRAP- 
PING, the infor- 
m a t i o n on 
camp cooking is 
invaluable. A 
library in one 
handsome volume 

Write us To-Day. A Post Card Will Do. 


American & Canadian Sportsman's Assn. 

Box 288, ELGIN, ILL. 

For 3 cents postage we will send free, a fltv.t-foldirvg 
pocket cap. 





If so our line of waterproof 
Boots and Shoes will in- 
terest you. 

Made of Moose Calf, 
to measure. 

Guaranteed to give 

Our noiseless hunting 
boot beats anything made. 

Our Orthopedic Cush- 
ion sole is comfort to ten- 
der, feet . 

Send for Catalog- 

Agents wanted 
in every town 



No. 1 West 3d St., Jamestown. N. Y., U. S. A. 






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stamped on every 
loop — 

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Sample pair, Silk 50c, Cotton 25c. 
Mailed on receipt of price. 

GEO. FROST CO., Makers 
Boston, Mass., U.S.A. 



will be more attractive than ever this 
season. The New York Central Lines 
Four-Track Series No. 10, " The St. 
Lawrence River from the Thousand 
Islands to the Saguenay," contains the 
finest map ever made of this region. 
Copy will be sent free, postpaid, on 
receipt of a two-cent stamp by George 
H. Daniels, Manager, General Advertising 
Department, Room 48 G, Grand Central 
Station, New York. The 




"America's Greatest Railroad" 


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U E C R E A T ION'S A I) v E R T J S E J' 


URING the past year over two 
thousand readers of Recreation 
earned premiums, ranging in value 
from one to one hundred dollars. Our 

Revised Premium-List 

which has just been published, con- 
tains the most liberal offers ever made 
by a publication. Obtaining subscrip- 
tions for Recreation requires little 
exertion and no expense. If you want 
a high-grade rod, rifle, camera— in fact, 
anything from a fish-hook to a motor 
boat— here is your opportunity. Drop 
us a postal to-day for the revised list 
and full particulars. 

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YOU shoot and the GUN loads 

A modern gun for the modern sportsman. 
The recoil instead of bruising the shoulder, 
ejects, loads, cocks and also closes and locks 
the breech, leaving the gun ready for the next 
shot. A single-barrel, hammerless, solid breech 
repeater of 5 shots — safe and moderate priced. 



Agency: Depot: 

31 5 Broadway, New York City San Francisco, Cal. 


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OUR vacation to be complete requires a "shooting 
iron" of some kind. Better take your U. M. C. 
Cartridges with you, although they are as staple 
as salt or nails at every store even in the back- 
woods. €J Buy the "right kind" of ammunition for rifle, 
revolver or shotgun, and get the "right kind" of results. 

The Union Metallic Cartridge Co. 

21 r / dg e p o r t , Connecticut 

Agency : 313 Broadway, New York City 

Depot : San Francisco, Cal . 

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and the delights of vacation days in the country 
make one appreciate the more how cooling and re- /., 
freshing is MENNEN'S to a skin burned and rough- . jflf 
ened by wind and sun. ^ Its regular use keeps the 'UlJf 
complexion clear and the skin soft and velvety : gives 
immediate relief from Prickly Heat, Chafing, |. 
Sunburn and all skin troubles of summer; after bathing j 
and after shaving, it is refreshing and delightful. For the 
protection of our patrons, we have perfected a non-refill- \ 
able box which will guarantee that you get the 
genuine MENNEN'S. V 

€J Don't be misled into buying substitutes by a cheap price or a fancy 
package. It is the powder, not the box,which goes on your skin. MENNEN'S 
face on the top of a box is a guarantee of the powder inside. Get the genuine. 

Sold everywhere or by wail, 25 cents, sample free. 



AUGUST, 1906 



W rite for 

Illustrating other 
styles and prices 

An I 


In Silverode 

t-vt-» A T Dust and 

*JEjJ\.Lj Moisture Proof 


Tke New York Standard 


Records One-fiftn Seconds 

*j| The Lowest Priced — The only one 
made in America ana the only 
" Stop - Watcn on the market that is 


For Sale by All Jewelers 


:: :: :: :: JERSEY CITY, N. J. 


When in doubt as to the lens to buy, write to the 



New York 

" They Have a Lens for Every Purpose 

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The CELOR, for Portraits and Groups. 

The DAGOR, a general lens. 

The ALETHAR, for Process Work and Color Photography. 

The SYNTOR, for Kodaks and small cameras. 

The PANTAR, a convertible anastigmat. 

The HYPERGON, an extreme wide angle (135 degrees). 

But as an ALL-AROUND Lens for GENERAL WORK nothing equals the 
GOERZ DAGOR f6.8 — a symmetrical double Anastigmat, which is proclaimed with- 
out a peer by all expert photographers, professionals or amateurs. 

It is THE Standard Anastigmat by which the value of all other lenses is measured. 

We court inspection. 

We want you to realize what these lenses actually are, to investigate and ascer- 
tain their numerous advantages. We give you a ten days' trial free of charge. Don't 
be bashful about it. Just send us the name and address of your dealer or write for 
our Lens catalogue. 


52K Union Square, NEW YORK, and Heyworth Building, Chicago. 


E C R E A T I O X ' S AD V E R T I S E R 

An Ideal Sea Trip 

Offered by the: 

Red Cross Line 



A CHARMING daylight sail through Long Island, Vineyard and 
Nantucket Sounds. Fine view of picturesque Nova Scotia 
and of the bold, rugged Newfoundland Coast. A two weeks' 
cruise at one-quarter the cost of going to Europe and a greater z\% 
and scene. Steamers sail weekly, making the round trip from New York to 
St. John's and return in thirteen days, and there can be no more delightful 
ocean voyage for those who want rest and sea air. The steamers remain in 
Halifax one day, going and returning, and two days in St. John's, thus giving 
passengers an opportunity to visit these beautiful and interesting cities and 
surrounding country. The cost is low and the accommodation and service the 
very best. (Stop-over privileges allowed.) Mention T^ecreation when writing. 


BOWRING & CO., 17 State St., NEW YORK 

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rate of 5 cents a word, each initial and figure counting as one word. No advertisement 
will be inserted at less than fifty cents. Cash must invariably accompany the order. 
A discount of 10 per cent, may be deducted from a twelve-time order. It is possible 
through this department to reach nearly 400,000 people twelve times a year for the 
sum of $6.00. Display type and illustrations at regular rates. 





Litter Bro. to Ch. Mayor of Watford 




T5he K.ind ZShat *GOln and 'Produce XQinnerf 

Handsome Booklet and History of the Breed, 10c. 


enough to run this Fall, from $5.00 to $25.00. 
L. M. Giles, Leonardsville, N. Y. 

g EAGLE HOUNDS— Young and mature stock. 
None better. All eligible and bred to hunt. 

"Debonair," South End, Gloversville, N. Y. 

g EAGLE HOUNDS— At stud. Young and broken 
stock for sale. Trueworth Kennels, 

Hackensack, N. J. 

pOR SALE— Trained Coon, Fox and Rabbit Hounds. 
Comrade Kennels, Bucyrus, Ohio. 

J-TUNTER, TRAPPER GUIDE, 20 years' experience. 
Parties who want Elk, Bear, Goat or Deer, splendid 
trout fishing, also invalids who need mountain air. By 
the season or year. For particulars, address 

Benjamin Hale, Dupuyer, Teton Co., Montana. 


errier ** Fash ion " 

iTLj \S0 SOLD BY FRED'K e. rice 


Champion Fosco, at Stud, Fee - $25 

Champion Fosco has beaten every Boston 
Terrier Dog that has been exhibited this season 



Pennsylvania Hotel 35th St., COr. 8th Ave., N. Y. 

BOOK on 

Dog Diseases 

and How to Feed 

Mailed Free to any address by the author 
H. Clay Glover, D. V. S. - 1878 Broadway, New York 

POINTERS AND SETTERS wanted, to train. 
Game plenty. Also four trained dogs for sale. 

H. H. Smith, Marydel, Md. 

pOR SALE — Pointer Dogs cheap. Jud Moore, 
Shiloh, Ohio. 

JTOR SALE — Fox, coon, rabbit and skunk hounds. 
Pointer, setter, and hound pups. 

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^jWhen we who do not live perpetually in the wilder- 
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the right thing in the right way at the right time we 
watch respectfully his every move and are all atten- 
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little while we find ourselves trying to imitate his 
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^[This brings us to the series of 
practical articles by Charles A. 
Bramble, on "The Art of Camp- 
ing," commenced in the July 
number and now running in 
Recreation. Mr. Bramble has 
kept in mind that his readers 
wish to know how to do things 
the rightw&y, and any further sug- 
gestions — of other ways of trying 
to do the same thing — tend only 
to confuse and provoke them. 
^[Mr. Bramble has had more 
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as a camper than any writer who has in recent years 
had published a treatise on the art of camping. He 
does not rely upon hearsay for his knowledge; he 
tells what he knows from experience and from obser- 

f And our readers will find it is our unswerving 
editorial policy to confine the informational, the 
usefully suggestive articles to telling the right way 
to do the right thing at the right time, and without 
any waste of words. The article by Mr. Wisby 
on swimming and that by Miss Moore on archery, 


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and his admirers will find he has 
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the September number of Recreation — on squirrel 
shooting, deer-hunting, mountain climbing, seeing 
the county fair and other timely subjects, and an 
especially good illustrated article on Gypsies. 

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ERNEST McGAFFEY, on Hunting Prairie Chickens 

EDWARD CAVE, on Ruffed Grouse-Shooting 

F. L. HARDING, on White Bass-Fishing 

ROSCOE BRUMBAUGH, on the County Fair 

D. W. and A. S. IDDINGS, on Cruising the Fjords 
of the North Pacific 

CHARLES A. BRAMBLE, on the Art of Camping 

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Aeronautics in America (illustrated) 



Battling the Wilderness (illustrated) 



Gen. Zebulon Pike, Explorer (illustrated) 



The Revival of Archery (Illustrated^ 



Cloud Shadows (A Poem) 



Prospecting for Woodcock 



On St. Patricks Marshes (Illustrated* 



How to Learn to Swim (illustrated 



Indians as Guides (illustrated) 



The Art of Camping 



A Vacation in a Wagon (illustrated' 



Hunting the Pronghorn .... 



Baching in the Bad Lands 

. S. B. McMANUS 


Hunting Western Caribou (Illustrated) 



Something About Grebes 



The Lonely Angler (A Poem) 

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The Best of Bait- Fishing 



The Test of Cruising Power Boats 



The Season in Amateur Athletics 



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holography . . .3 


The Game Field . .166 Tl 

le Hunting Dog . . .J 


Fishing . . . .171 Tl 

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. . . some oj these days cue 0} them will stumble upon the right principle 

Roy Knabenshue mak'ng his first ascension in Central Park, New York City, last summer. His successful nights above the 
metropolis gave a tremendous impetus to the interest in aeronautics in America . 

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Its Slow but Sure Development, and Its Significance in the 

Realm of Amateur Sport 


Founder and President the Aero Club of America 

RATHER broad grin 
might have been seen 
^Z enlivening the stolid 
features of Uncle Sam 
when, at the time Con- 
gress was in session, 
the public press told 
how Senators and Rep- 
resentatives "played hookey" to witness 
Roy Knabenshue in one of his airship tests. 
A quorum of either house could not have 
been counted for the half hour the balloon 
remained in the vicinity of the capitol 
buildings. The desire to forget railroad 
rate legislation and the famous First Epistle 
may have had something to do with this; 
yet the spectacle in itself was attractive 
enough to interest the most indifferent. 
Crude as it is, an airship is truly a marvel- 
ous machine. 

Though it may be many years before 
we have realized the dream pictured in 
Kipling's "The Night Mail," progress in 

aerial travel has made wonderful strides 
during the last decade, and the keen in- 
terest displayed in all parts of the world 
at the present time augurs well for the 
future. The idea of navigating the air, like 
all great inventions, had an humble 
beginning. When in 1766 Cavendish dis- 
covered hydrogen gas, he found that it as- 
cended in air as a cork ascends through 
water. A few years later soap bubbles 
filled with gas were sent up. These were 
probably the first balloons. 

A few years later the Montgolfier brothers 
made hot-air balloons which rose to a height 
of a mile and a-half . Needless to say their 
efforts caused quite a stir. It is curious and 
instructive to note the endeavors which 
with an almost childish simplicity balloon- 
ists at first made to handle their unwieldy 
craft. Huge oars were used as paddles, 
and when these proved ineffectual in chang- 
ing the balloon's horizontal course they were 
used in an attempt to work it upward or 

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downward, with the idea of economizing 
gas and ballast. Later the balloonist 
added to his vessel a screw propeller, 
worked generally by some light form of 

There are two systems in aerial naviga- 
tion, both having much the same goal in 
view, which have been tested in recent 
years. One system is that of aerostation, 
or the use of apparatus lighter than the air 
it displaces; the other aviation, or the use 
of apparatus heavier than the air it dis- 
places. One school uses the balloon as a 
vehicle, and thus in the abstract takes 
pattern from the flying insects; the other 
uses the aeroplane, and so copies directly 
from the soaring birds. 

Count Zeppelin probably made the first 
really crucial test of the dirigible balloon. 
He constructed an airship, cigar-shaped, 
of mammoth size, measuring upward of 
400 feet in length, and subdivided into 
numerous compartments with the object 
of preventing the gas collecting at either of 
the ends. Steering apparatus was placed 
both fore and aft, and power was obtained 
from two motor engines driving propellers 
at a thousand revolutions a minute. In 
the first trial the huee vessel showed little 

capacity for battling with the wind, but on a 
day of comparative calm it remained aloft 
for a period of twenty minutes, during which 
time it proved perfectly manageable, making 
a graceful journey out and home, and 
returning close to its point of departure. 

At the present time ballooning as a 
pastime is coming rapidly to be regarded 
as an exhilarating and fascinating sport. 
Owing largely to avoidable accidents this 
favor a few years ago would not have been 
deemed wise or even possible. But in 
reality ballooning is not as dangerous or 
hazardous as the world at large had been 
led to believe. Balloon clubs are a common 
thing in Europe now and the enthusiasm 
for the sport is fast spreading all over the 

But to-day it is the aeroplane that has 
the call when it comes to considering the 
successful outcome of aerial navigation. 
The principle of the aeroplane has long 
been recognized as the most hopeful on 
which to construct a practical flying 
machine. Henson in 1842 made quite a 
furore by designing a large machine with 
outstretched wings to be propelled by two 
large screws driven by a steam engine. It 
came to nothing, however, and although 


This is Captain Baldwin's " Angelus," with Knabenshue at the tiller; photograph made at the World's Fair in St. Louis, at 
the time of Knabenshue's debut as America's most skillful navigator of the air. 


This is simply a soaring machine, but it has won much praise from persons high in aeronautics. The inventors, 
since Prof. Langley's death, take precedence in this country as having achieved success with the aeroplane. 

subsequently a number of successful models 
were made and tried by various inventors, 
no full-sized apparatus was attempted until 
Maxim commenced his great machine in 
1890. It has been pretty convincingly 
demonstrated that it is possible to perfect 
the airship and put it to use. Flying 
machines like Maxim's and Langley's have 
many important uses, and are the only 
aerial devices with which anything like 
high speed has as yet been secured. Ma- 
chines for gliding flight like Lilienthal's, 
Pilcher's and Chanute's serve merely for 

The late Prof. Langley was the greatest 
exponent of the aeroplane, or the theory 
of aviation; Santos-Dumont the most suc- 
cessful experimenter with the dirigible 
balloon. Both men have produced ma- 
chines which have actually flown and which 
could be directed while in flight. Santos- 
Dumont has had an advantage in that he 
has been able to fly with his machine, but 
he admits that aerostation is, after all, a 
means toward aviation, which is an end. 

"In other words," says an expert, "a 
balloon is just now necessary because of 
its capacity for sustaining human beings 
in air, but during a forthcoming period of 
evolution the area of the balloon will be 
further and further reduced until finally 
little will be left but a self-sustaining aero- 

plane such as Prof. Langley strove to 

Prof. Langley discovered that a plate 
weighing 200 pounds could be moved 
through the air as fast as an express train 
with an expenditure of less than one horse- 
power of energy. It became known as 
Langley's law that the faster an aeroplane 
travels through the air, the less is the 
energy required to drive it. Though Prof. 
Langley's model aeroplane proved a fine 
success, he found, when he came to con- 
struct one sufficiently strong to carry a 
man, that he was confronted with an ap- 
parently insurmountable law of mathe- 
matics, namely, that the weight of such a 
machine increases as the cube of its di- 
mensions, whereas the wing surface in- 
creases as the square, and, as Prof. Simon 
Newcomb points out, it would seem that a 
flying machine made by a jeweler would 
be more efficient than one made by a 

As it appears, Langley's investigation 
in this field was just the opposite of what 
almost every other experimenter in this 
field had tried to do. It was apparent to 
him at once that a flying machine, to be of 
any practical value whatever, would have 
to be powerful enough and heavy enough 
to drive straight against or across and in 
and out of the strongest winds. And it is 



claimed for him, with a good deal of reason 
too, that he came nearer to solving the 
problem of aero-dynamics than any other 

And yet, while not wishing to controvert 
the findings of men higher in aeronautics, 
as shown in the foregoing, the present 
writer believes, with Capt. Baldwin, who is 
probably the greatest American aeronaut 
and who is certainly the pioneer of recent 
years in this country, that the dirigible bal- 
loon filled with hydrogen will answer every 
requirement for pleasure transportation. 

There are hundreds of practical prob- 
lems to be solved in the construction of a 
flying machine, a balloon, or an airship. 
The materials must be light enough and 
strong enough; the gas for a balloon must 
be of the right sort, easily handled and as 
cheap as may be; the form of the airship 
must approach that of least resistance; 
it must be stable and sufficiently rigid; its 
motors must be safe and of maximum 
efficiency; its propellers must be of the 
right shape and attached at the proper 
places; the rudders must be similarly 
planned. These are only a few of the 
essentials. The experiments of the last few 
years have solved a number of these prob- 
lems and many are thought to be in a fair 
way of solution. 

The past few years have been years of 
many aeronautic aspirants : Ader, in France ; 
Kress, in Austria, who built a long boat 
with three pairs of outstretched wings to 
be propelled by screws; Hoffman, in Ber- 
lin, and Hargrave, in Australia, who is 
well known for his many interesting ex- 
periments. In this country Baldwin, of 
California; Knabenshue, of Ohio, and the 
Wright brothers, of Ohio, have all shown 
marked ability. 

"The real joy of aerial navigation," says 
a veteran, "will never be found in mechani- 
cal speeding over predetermined courses. 
It is rather in the glorious uncertainty of 
the goal. The pleasure experienced is 

that which expands the soul in the pres- 
ence of vast perspectives, and in the variety 
of the changing scenes, the exhilaration, 
the fun — and there is a wealth of it extracted 
from the mutual unexpectedness of the 
landings and the astonishment of all 
witnesses thereto." 

Count de la Vaulx, of the Aero Club of 
France, and an honorary member of the 
Aero Club of America, who holds the 
world's record for distance and time and is 
considered the cleverest aeronaut alive, 
made several ascensions while on a recent 
visit to America, and his presence here gave 
a distinct impetus to the interest in the 
sport in this country. In all, some ioo 
balloons have been purchased here as a 
result of his visit. In fact, ballooning has 
enjoyed a considerable vogue, and many 
busy men of affairs, such as Col. John 
Jacob Astor, O. H. P. Belmont, Harry 
Payne Whitney, W. K. Vanderbilt, Jr., 
Jefferson Seligman, Philip T. Dodge, and 
many others just as prominent, have become 
members of the Aero Club of America. 
Count de la Vaulx's famous balloon, the 
"Centaur," with which he made his world's 
record, was purchased by a syndicate of 
members of this club, and following as- 
censions of other members, in June Dr. 
Thomas in this big balloon made one of 
the most successful trips ever accomplished 
in this country. He traveled more than 200, 
perhaps 300, miles, being up all night, 
rising to a height of 8,000 feet and coing 
through a thunderstorm in upper air. His 
time in the air was fourteen and one-half 

No one can prophesy what the next few 
years will see accomplished. The men who 
are spending their lives in trying to solve 
the problem of flight are groping in the 
dark, apparently; but some of these days 
one of them will stumble upon the right 
principle, the correct form, and then the 
whole world will marvel at the simplicity 
of it all. 


Being, in Epitome, a Refutation of the Muck-Rakers' 

Latest Lament* 


HE development of new 
territory follows ever 
along certain evolu- 
tionary lines which in 
essentials vary little. 
First upon the scene is 
the explorer, restless, 
resolute, summoned by 
the charm of an un- 
charted country, stirred by the spirit of 
discovery and adventure. In the footsteps 
of the pathfinder follows the trapper, 
equally at home in the vast solitudes but 
led thither by the instinct of trade and the 
promise of riches. Last to appear is the 
settler, the home builder, seeking only 
liberty and a living, a betterment of his lot, 
in a new environment. 

Of these three types of sturdy manhood, 
it is the settler who makes the strongest, the 
most direct appeal to our fancy. He has 
neither the egoism nor the caprice of the 
explorer, he is not gripped by the spirit of 
selfish gain that marks the trapper; he holds 
to simple ideals of home and personal 
independence, labors heroically for them 
both and cherishes always an exquisite 

Such in brief was the pioneer type that 
made possible the civilization we of the 
thickly peopled sections enjoy to-day. Such 
was the manner of man who gave us a 
history and a tradition that is of the deepest 
significance in the formation of a national 
character and national ideals. 

In possession of such a heritage it is not 
strange that the chronicle of "the good old 
times" has perennial fascination for us all. 
We love to get back into the spirit that ani- 
mated the pioneer, to live with him his life, 

♦Conditions in America have suddenly changed. The 
continent has been subdued and peopled. There are no longer 
vast " unman-stifled places," offering homesteads to Young 
America. . . . The world's business is done in our great 
cities, and there lie the young man's hopes of success. — 
f $oi£ an Article in the Public Prints . 

primitive, adventurous and independent, 
to meet in picture or in story the unspoiled 
types of character who, toiling and glorying 
in their toil, wrought the beginnings of a 
nation. We may see the hardship of it all, 
in sympathy share the privations and dis- 
appointments, feel the thrill of the conflict 
and glory in the hard-won victory — but it 
must be through the haze and dim per- 
spective of more than two hundred years. 

It is not necessary, however, to put our 
imaginations to the test of this distant 
retrospect to witness every essential feature 
of the struggle of our forbears reenacted 
under the same insistent call of a nation's 

"Across the line," in Canada, this 
stirring spectacle of man in conflict with the 
wilderness is to-day unfolding itself in all 
the quick transitions of a veritable motion- 
picture film. The setting of this drama of 
the wilds is not among those level prairies of 
the Northwest which beckon so alluringly 
to the wheat raiser and the stockman, but 
in the elevated table-land of "New 
Ontario," north of lakes Huron and 
Superior, west of the upper Ottawa River 
and south of Hudson Bay. Here in this 
vast province of Ontario, itself comprising 
an area larger than either France or 
Germany, a great tide of immigration is 
sweeping in upon the wilderness, dotting 
with the rough dwellings of the home- 
steader half a dozen widely separated 
districts and pressing ever onward to 
remoter regions, powerful, insistent, 

The very names of these settlements carry 
with them the tang and flavor of the wild — 
Rainy River Valley, Wabigoon, Thunder 
Bay, Temiskaming. How close to the 
aboriginal, how adequate to our conception 
of "new land" they sound ! 

In the autumn of 1904 the writer decided 



to visit Canada and in the very theatre of 
colonizing activity secure a first-hand and 
intimate impression of its more salient 
features. In due time he found him- 
self set down, in the cool, still night of 
Northern latitudes, on the steamboat pier at 
New Liskeard, on Lake Temiskaming. 

Here is the essence of the frontier, a 
rough and unwashed community set upon 
the verge of a vast country of infinite possibil- 

lay before me — and though dress and out- 
ward appearance were rough and unkempt 
in all alike, facial characters differentiated 
the various callings of these men as clearly 
as did their conversation. Kersey-coated, 
slouch-hatted, belarriganed, shaggy of hair 
and beard they all were, moving in little 
knots of three and four to and from the wet 
and shiny magnet where' the glasses slid back 
and forth while the blue haze of "Mac- 


ities, vitalized through commerce and the 
promise of the future with a hustling, 
optimistic cosmos of fifteen hundred souls. 
Ten years ago a solitary log cabin marked 
the spot, and six years later there were 
less than two hundred inhabitants; to-day 
a railroad enters the "back yard" of the 
town, two lines of steamers dock in the 
shallow bay it faces, churches and hotels 
have been built, a newspaper issues a 
weekly edition and a Chinese laundry 
flaunts its flaming sign before the visitor. 

In a frontier settlement the place to 
study types is before the inevitable hotel 
"bar," and, as New Liskeard was no ex- 
ception to the rule, I braved the reek and 
heavy exhalations of the "sample room" to 
mingle with the throng. If any index were 
needed to summarize the industries that 
evolve from the conquest of new territory it 

Donald's Plug" eddied around them. 
Lumbermen, trappers, prospectors, sur- 
veyors, construction hands from the railroad 
and settlers formed the different groups — 
but it was plain the settlers had the call. 

This congress, as it were, of frontier 
workers, sordid and low as its local sur- 
roundings may perhaps appear, was not 
without its picturesque quality, its humor 
and its type value as a phase of frontier life. 

There was no drunkenness and no dis- 
order — rough and primitive as it was it 
still had the savor and the spirit of a mart 
of public opinion, the natural resort of rough 
and primitive men in council. 

Though interest in this scene brought me 
late to bed I was up betimes and went 
groping through the morning mist to board 
the little "Geisha." A few miles of rough 
water brought us to where the Blanche, in 



a heavy coffee-colored flood which belies its 
•name, came to its union with the Ottawa. 
Here we were on the southeastern verge of 
"The Great Clay Belt" which stretches 
away to the north and west across the 
districts of Nipissing, Algoma and Thunder 
Bay almost to the Manitoban boundary. 

For thirty miles we worked our way up- 
stream between the green walls of spruce 
which line the narrow Blanche, then 
rounding a bend the little steamer ran her 
nose into the clay bank, saluted with 
discordant whistle a group of nondescript 
buildings, and we were at Tomstown, head 
of navigation and the outpost of civilization. 

Picture a-half dozen rude dwellings in 
frontier disorder, a saloon masquerading as 
a hotel, a general store and a saw-mill 
perched upon the summit of a huge clay 
bluff, and you have Tomstown on the 

The thrill of anticipation harbored so 
naturally on my arrival received a decided 
check when I found that my destination, 
the settler's cabin of Tom Gregory, was at 
Long Lake, thirty miles away, and not an 
Indian nor a white man was available to 
take the hard trip up-river by canoe. In 
this extremity I appealed to the trader and 
keeper of the general store of Tomstown 
and in an hour we were pulling out over the 
government road in a springless wagon 
drawn by two sturdy horses and driven by 
Colin Fraser. 

We ended the overland journey (sixteen 
miles in eighteen hours, and Colin spared 
neither the horses nor our own wearied 
bodies in its achievement) at Hewey's 
settlement, whose five log houses occupied a 
small clearing carved from the forest on the 
bank of thesouthwest branch of the Blanche. 
Here I chanced upon a young Englishman 
setting forth on the return journey to his 
claim up-river and bargained for a chance 
to work my passage to my destination. 

It was early dusk when we reached a 
lonely little log house in a clearing by the 
river and I was left by my pilot at the end 
of my journey. A trio of bare-headed 
children scuttled for cover like rabbits at 
my approach. Tom Gregory and his wife, 
a dark-haired, sweet-faced woman of thirty, 
bade me welcome and I was soon at leisure 
'O look about me and see for myself the 

terms upon which life is offered to these 
hardy soldiers of the army of immigration. 
There were but two rooms in this primi- 
tive dwelling, the one in which we were 
gathered having served as bedroom and 
parlor, dining-room and kitchen for the 
entire family till time and means had been 
found for an addition of equal size. It was 
low studded, roofed with bark, and the 
log walls were tightly chinked with clay; 
the floor of poles roughly squared by the 
adze was cleanliness itself and a cooking- 
stove gave out the welcome heat of a wood 
fire. Through two small windows one 
caught the gleam of the waters of the 
Blanche and the silhouette of the forest 
beyond. A few home-made chairs, a bench 
and a table of plain boards, a pile of furs in 
a corner, a gun or two and traps upon the 
walls — and this was all. 



Communication by the river is natural and easy, but floodwood jams on occasion take a hand to further obstruct progress 



Tom Gregory is of the true settler type, 
voung, strong, and intelligent; a hunter, 
trapper and woodsman by birth and 
training, he was led to the struggle with the 
wilderness by the same insistent call which 
brought his sturdy Scotch parents over seas 
to battle for a homestead in the wilds of 
Algoma. In the calm gaze of his blue eyes 
is mirrored the courage and resourcefulness, 
the intelligent optimism which makes him 
and his kind the hope and mainstay of a 
new country. 

He came alone to the upper Blanche in 
the fall of 1900, secured his grant of 160 
acres and built his hut of logs under the 
specifications of the Homestead Law. Be- 
fore spring had opened with its tumultuous 
rush of waters he had brought his wife and 
three children from the frontier and set 
himself to those " improvements " which 
the law exacts and which form his pro- 
tection frcm preemption. "I had no spare 
time in those days," he told me in one of 
our conversations, "to wonder whether I 
had made a wise move or not. It was just 
a plain case of necessity to keep the wife 
and children well fed and warm, clear the 
land and get my little crop started between 
the stumps and harvest it before the freeze- 
up came. I hunted only for fresh meat and 
didn't have far to go at that, and had a 
short line of traps to tend that yielded well 
in the time I gave to it — but I never got 
far from my clearing that first year." 
Other settlers began to come in, however, 
and though Gregory's cabin continued to 
be the farthest limit of human habitation, 
he had neighbors, as he called them. At 
the time of my coming the nearest of these 
was some fifteen miles distant, but there 
was frequent intercourse between them. 
The long, lone winter of the North makes 
distance a slender barrier to an interchange 
of hospitalities, and in the other seasons the 
river, that highway of the pioneer, renders 
communication natural and easy. 

During my brief stay with this interesting 
family little emphasis was put upon the 
hardships they had endured and I saw no 
evidences of dissatisfaction with their lot. 
There was plenty of plain, wholesome food, 
the children were healthy and normal, con- 
tentment reigned under the roof of bark 
and between the rough walls of logs; the 

future held no shadows. To be sure there 
was little of what we call comfort in their 
lives: I saw no beds, no closets and Httle 
other furniture; there were few books, few 
pictures, few toys or the many conveniences 
of ordinary life . The children were wrapped 
up in a huge moosehide upon the floor at 
night as cozy as mice in their nest, the baby 
slept with its parents on a couch of furs in 
the corner, while the visitor crept into his 
sleeping bag on the floor of the room 
adjoining. But it was all their own: there 
was no harrowing concern of rents, of bills 
payable or the thousand and one penalties 
which convention exacts from the city 

We were talking of these and kindred 
subjects one morning when Mrs. Gregory, 
with a fine color rising in her cheeks, said, 
"Why, I wouldn't exchange this free life of 
ours for anything they could offer me out at 
the front" — and she meant what she said. 
Yet this woman — and she had much of a 
certain refinement and sensitiveness in her 
make-up — had passed through experiences 
that would equal in heroism and hardship 
many of those which figure in the history of 
our own forbears. 

The previous November she had left the 
cabin on the Blanche and with her husband 
and three children made the journey by 
canoe to New Liskeard, sixty miles distant. 
To better understand what this meant to a 
woman approaching confinement it should 
be stated that there are perhaps tw r enty 
difficult portages on the trip varying in 
length from 200 yards to half a mile, each 
demanding the laborious transport of canoe, 
tent, bedding, provisions and the children 
through ravines and over ridges slippery 
with recent rain. The trip down-river 
occupied four days and the weather was 
unusually cold and stormy. The following 
January, with a month-old infant in her 
arms, this brave woman made the return 
journey on snowshoes, her stalwart husband 
dragging the children and camp outfit 
before her on the toboggan. The last dozen 
miles were made in the worst snowstorm of 
the season and the little party did not reach 
the log hut on the Blanche until two in the 

Not long after this, while Tom was away 
upon his line of traps, Mrs. Gregory had 



occasion to go to the water-hole in the 
river fifty yards or so from the cabin. It 
was early morning and stars were still 
bright in the heavens. As she reached the 
river bank, set her pail down in the snow 
and prepared to cut the ice which had 
formed during the night, a pack of timber 
wolves, perhaps seven or eight in number, 
broke from the forest across the river and 
swept like huge gray ghosts down the white 
expanse before her. I asked her if she was 
long in getting to cover. She looked at me 
in frank surprise. "Do you think I would 
run from those brutes when I'd an axe in 
my hands?" she rejoined, and then added, 
"They had easier game afoot I fancy — a 
moose most likely — for they never even 
noticed me, and they came pretty close, 

Many were the tales the Gregorys told 
me of kindred happenings in their little 
world. One in particular which interested 
me was of an English woman and her three 
robust daughters who had gone to their 
little claim in the next township in the dead 
of winter on snowshoes, dragging their 
household goods behind them on improvised 

Here two of the girls had done all the 
work of clearing the two acres necessary 
for a foothold, while the other, with all a 
hunter's skill, had supplied the table. They 

were now proud of one of the most valuable 
grants in the region. 

After a brief stay in this settler's house 
hold the increasing cold warned me I must 
escape before the relentless winter of the 
North gripped the waters that now would 
bear me swiftly homeward. 

Amid the slowly falling flakes of an early 
snowstorm Tom and I paddled southward 
toward the frontier. A backward glance at 
the cabin in the clearing gave an unforget 
able picture of hearty, vigorous children 
shouting in a frolic in the snow, a proud 
mother standing by and a pale blue shaft of 
smoke rising above the home of a settler'.-; 
hope and faith. 

I left the Blanche with reluctance; for I 
had seen men and women who are good to 
know, whose lives and ambitions are tonic 
examples. I had seen sufficient to bring 
home the proud conviction that there i- 
still enough of pioneer vigor and enterprise 
in the race, enough of courage and good, 
wholesome, primitive impulses, to offset 
those decadent tendencies for which we 
are arraigned. And I am optimistic enough 
to believe that, just as long as there remains 
on this great continent of ours a habitable 
wilderness to conquer, there will be evolved 
from out the nation the good red blood, 
the firm and steadfast will and the aggres- 
sive force with which to conquer it. 

Note the large Canada lynx hanging from the left-hand corner of the roof — moose-skin drying to the right 


Who Had More to Do with the Opening to Settlement 
of the West Than Is Popularly Accorded Him 


HE Pikes Peak celebration, 
to be held in Colorado 
Springs during the last week 
of September, will serve to 
recall what men suffered and 
endured in the early days of 
the Republic, when the West 
was but a waste wilderness, 
the home of savages and buf- 

Zebulon Montgomery Pike 
one might almost say was a 
born explorer. He was a resourceful man, 
undaunted by perils. He was ambitious to 
serve his country and ready for any daring 
enterprise, however arduous, that would 
afford him an opportunity to be useful. In 
the performance of his duty he was a strict 
disciplinarian, and yet he was like a father 
to the soldiers under his command. He 
shared dangers and privations with those 
who accompanied him on his expeditions. 

Perhaps the most striking quality of the 
man was goaheaditiveness. Says Dr. Coues, 
the learned editor of Pike's journals: 

"Pike had to the last degree the first 
qualification of a traveler — go; people who 
lack plenty of that should stay at home. 
That he was a prudent or judicious traveler 
can hardly be said; he must have been a 
terrible fellow to push, merciless on his 
men and especially on himself. He took all 
the chances per aspera, when some of the 
roughest things might have been smoothed 
or avoided had his foresight been as good as 
his hindsight. He blew up things with gun- 
powder once, and it is a wonder he was not 
blown up on the 4th of January, 1806, 
when the tents caught fire in the night, 
instead of being only burnt out. He missed 
very few of the accidents that the spirits of 
fire, air, earth and water could conspire to 
throw in his way. . . . How r ever, he 
got through all right, and got his men 
through, too." 

When in his teens Pike entered the army. 
From lieutenant he rose to be brigadier- 
general. Great hopes were entertained for 
his future as a commander when his life was 
suddenly cut short by the explosion of a 
powder magazine at York, Canada, in 18 13. 
Dying at the age of thirty-four, he had 
achieved an everlasting renown. 

Lieutenant Pike was only twenty-six years 
old when he was chosen to head the expedi- 
tion to the sources of the Mississippi. It was 
a military enterprise and he was accom- 
panied by twenty soldiers. This is the first 
entry in his journal (edited by Coues): 

"Sailed from my encampment near St. 
Louis, at 4 p.m., on Friday, the 9th of 
August, 1805, with one sergeant, two cor- 
porals and seventeen privates in a keel-boat 
seventy feet long provisioned for four 

Day by day they sailed some twenty miles, 
more or less, when not detained by accidents 
or by councils with Indians. The boat often 
stuck fast on logs or sandbars. "Embarked 
early and made fine way," he writes August 
19, "but at nine o'clock, in turning the 
point of a sandbar, our boat struck a sawyer. 
At the moment we did not know it had in- 
jured her, but in a short time after discov- 
ered her to be sinking; however, by thrust- 
ing oakum into the leak and bailing we got 
her to the shore on a bar where, after 
entirely unloading, we with great difficulty 
keeled her sufficiently to cut out the plank 
and put in a new one. This at the time I 
conceived to be a great misfortune, but upon 
examination we discovered that the injury 
resulting from it was greater than we were 
at first induced to believe, for upon inspec- 
tion we found our provisions and clothing 
considerably damaged." 

This was but one of many mishaps and 
misfortunes. They often found navigation 
difficult and bad weather frequently delayed 
them. On September 16 the voyagers ran 



their boats into Lake Pepin for shelter from 
a gale. Pike's entry for September 17 is 
suggestive : 

" Although there was every appearance of 
a very severe storm we embarked at half- 
past six o'clock, the wind fair; before we 
had hoisted all sail those in front had 
struck theirs. The wind came hard ahead. 
The sky became inflamed and the lightning 
seemed to roll down the sides of the hills, 
which bordered the shore of the lake. The 
storm in all its grandeur, majesty and hor- 
ror burst upon us in the Traverse, while 
making for Point De Sable, and it required 
no moderate exertion to weather the point 
and get to the windward side of it. Dis- 
tance three miles." 

On September 21 the party reached the 
present site of St. Paul, where Pike had a 
big conference with the Sioux, who made 
a grant of 100,000 acres for a military post. 
In return they were given presents valued 
at $200. 

Above the Falls of St. Anthony the party 
found it hard traveling, being obliged to 
carry the boats over portages, force them off 
shoals and drag them through rapids. 

Wild game was plentiful and they had a 
good deal of sport hunting. " Killed three 
geese and two swans," he writes October 2. 
They often shot wild ducks, grouse and 
prairie chickens. Big game, too, was abun- 
dant — deer, elk, bear and buffalo. 

Winter was now upon them — zero 
weather and snow in October. A number 
of the men were sick and Pike decided to 
build a stockade for winter quarters. They 
had now proceeded about in miles above 
the Falls of St. Anthony, and he abandoned 
all hope of returning to St. Louis before 
spring. The men who were able were busy 
hunting, building a blockhouse and making 
canoes. Sergeant Kennerman was left in 
charge of the fort, while Pike, with twelve 
men, started (December 10) on the journey 
to Leech Lake. Of this fearful winter trip 
he gives a characteristic account in a letter 
to General Wilkinson : 

"I marched with eleven soldiers and my 
interpreter 700 miles, to the source of the 
Mississippi, through (I may without vanity 
say) as many hardships as almost any party 
of Americans ever experienced, by cold and 
hunger. I was on the communication of 

Red River and the Mississippi, the former 
being a water of Hudson's Bay. The 
British flag, which was expanded on some 
very respectable positions, has given place 
to that of the United States wherever we 
passed; likewise, we have the faith and 
honor of the N. W. Company for about 
$13,000 duties this year, and by the voyage 
peace is established between the Sioux and 
Sauteurs (Chippewa). These objects I 
have been happy enough to accomplish 
without the loss of one man, although once 
fired on. . . . 

" I presume, General, that my voyage will 
be productive of much new, useful and 
interesting information for our Govern- 
ment, although detailed in the unpolished 
diction of a soldier of fortune." 

As soon as the ice had broken up in the 
river, the exploring party left the stockade 
(on April 7) and descended the Mississippi, 
reaching St. Louis April 30, having been 
absent eight months and twenty-two days. 
The journey down stream was made in half 
the time it took to sail up the river to St. 

While Lieutenant Pike did not discover 
the real source of the Mississippi, the results 
of the voyage so pleased his superior officer 
that he was chosen to lead another expedi- 
tion. His second journey took him up the 
Missouri and Osage livers, and thence to 
the Pawnee village on the Republican 
River (near the present Nebraska-Kansas 
boundary) July 15 — September 30. 1806; 
from here he went southward to the Arkan- 
sas River and then to the vicinity of Pikes 
Peak (October 1 — November 30); in the 
Rocky Mountains he journeyed to the head- 
waters of the Arkansas and the Rio Grande 
Rivers (December 1, 1806 — February 26, 
1807); southward he marched, a prisoner in 
the hands of the Spaniards, to Santa Fe 
(March 3), to El Paso, of Texas (March 21), 
to Chihuahua in Old Mexico (April 2), to 
the Presidio Rio Grande (May 31) and 
through Texas to Natchitoches in Louisiana 

(July i)-. 

Space is lacking for an adequate summary 
of this long itinerary, occupying nearly a 
year. Pike begins his journal (July 15, 
1806) as follows: 

"We sailed from the landing at Belle 
Fontaine about three o'clock p.m. in two 



boats. Our party consisted of two lieu- 
tenants, one surgeon, one sergeant, two 
corporals, sixteen privates and one inter- 
preter. We had also under our charge chiefs 
of the Osage and Pawnee, who with a 
number of women and children had been to 
Washington. These Indians had been re- 
deemed from captivity among the Poto- 
watomies, and were now to be returned to 
their friends at the 
Osage towns. The 
whole number of 
Indians amounted 
to fifty-one." 

Of the twenty 
soldiers in the party 
fifteen had been 
with Pike on his 
Mississippi voyage. 
A few days after 
they started one 
private deserted. 
Later, October 28, 
Lieut. Wilkinson 
with five soldiers 
left the party to 
descend the Arkan- 
sas (or Arkansaw, 
as Pike spelled it). 
With the fifteen re- 
maining men Pike 
started up the river, 
traveling by land 
south of the stream. 

Onepart of Pike's 
mission was to make treaties of peace with 
the various Indian nations. He encoun- 
tered several large bands of Pawnee, and 
it is surprising that there was no blood- 
shed. One day he met an unsuccessful war 
party on their return home. He put on a 
bold front, but was obliged sorely against 
his will to submit to their insolence. His 
narration of the affair shows the danger the 
whites were in : 

"Made for the woods and unloaded our 

From a Painting in Independence Hall, Philadelphia 

short time they were arranged in a ring and 
I took my seat between the two partisans; 
our colors were placed opposite each other; 
the utensils for smoking were paraded on a 
small seat before us; thus far all was well. 
I then ordered half a carrot of tobacco, one 
dozen knives, sixty fire steels and sixty flints 
to be presented them. They demanded 
ammunition, corn, blankets, kettles, etc., 

all of which they 
were refused, not- 
withstanding the 
pressing instances 
of my interpreter to 
accord to some of 
their points. The 
pipes yet lay un- 
moved, as if they 
were undetermined 
whether to treat us 
as friends or en- 
emies, but after 
some time we were 
presented with a 
kettle of water, 
drank, smoked and 
ate together. Dur- 
ing this time Dr. 
Rob inson was 
standing up to ob- 
serve their actions, 
in order that we 
might be ready to 
commence hostili- 
ties as soon as they. 
They now took their presents and com- 
menced distributing them, but some mal- 
contents threw them away, by way of con- 

"We began to load our horses, when they 
encircled us and commenced stealing every- 
thing they could. Finding it was difficult to 
preserve my pistols I mounted my horse, 
when I found myself frequently surrounded, 
during which some were endeavoring to 
steal the pistols. The doctor was equally 

horses, when the two partisans endeavored engaged in another quarter and all the 
to arrange the party; it was with great difn- soldiers in their positions in taking things 

culty that they got them tranquil, and not 
until there had been a bow or two bent on 
the occasion. When in some order we found 
them to be sixty warriors, half armed with 
firearms and half with bows, arrows and 

from them. One having stolen my toma- 
hawk I informed the chief, but he paid no 
respect, except to reply that 'they were 
pitiful.' Finding this, I determined to pro- 
tect ourselves as far as was in my power, 

lances. Our party was sixteen total. In a and the affair began to take a serious aspect. 




I ordered my men to take their arms and 
separate themselves from the savages, at the 
same time declaring to them that I would 
kill the first man who touched our baggage, 
on which thev commenced filing off imme- 
diately. We marched about the same time 
and found they had made out to steal one 
sword, tomahawk, broadaxe, five canteens 
and sundry other small articles." 

On November 23 they arrived at the 
river forks on the present site of Pueblo. 
Here they built a breastwork of logs for 
defense. Then Pike started with three men 
to make a side-trip to the mountain that has 
for more than half a century borne his name. 
A week earlier on their Arkansas route he 
had seen the Grand Peak when it was more 
than a hundred miles distant. Its snowy 
crest had lured him on and now he was 
determined to try to ascend to the top. But 
he was wofully deceived as to the distance. 
He expected to be back in a day or two but 
was gone more than five days. He little 
dreamed of the obstacles in his way. He 
and his men were ill-clad, having only light 
summer clothes, and they greatly suffered 
from the cold. They also endured the pangs 
of hunger and the tortures of thirst, going 
forty-eight hours without eating. On the 
third day (November 27) they gained the 
summit of an intervening peak, Cheyenne 
Mountain. "Here we found the snow 
middle deep," Pike writes, "no sign of beast 
or bird inhabiting this region. The ther- 
mometer, which stood at 9 above zero at the 
foot of the mountain, fell to 4 below zero. 
The summit of the Grand Peak, which was 
entirely bare of vegetation and covered with 
snow, now appeared at the distance of 
fifteen or sixteen miles from us. It was as 
high again as what we had ascended, and it 
would have taken a whole day's march to 
arrive at its base, when I believe no human 
being could have ascended to its pinnacle." 
A few days later he attempted to measure 
the altitude of the north mountain (Pikes 
Peak), estimating its elevation to be 18,581 
feet. Scientists of our day have taken more 
accurate observations and found the height 
to be from 14,108 to 14,147 feet, or nearly 
three miles above sea level. 

It was now the first of December and it 
would have been the part of prudence to 
remain in the Pueblo camp until spring. 
Caesar, in his campaigns in ancient Gaul 
and Britain, always interrupted military 
operations for three months or more in 
winter. Captain Pike was not so sensible 
as Caesar, or else there was a special reason 
for exposing himself and his men to the 
rigors of a winter march in the Rockies. 
Coues believes that he was acting in accord- 
ance with verbal instructions given by 
Wilkinson, who is supposed to have been 
involved in Burr's conspiracy to found an 
empire in the Southwest; if so, then Pike's 
course is accounted for. His "impatience 
to be moving would not permit his lying 
still" in camp. So on they went, up the 
Arkansas to the present site of Canon City, 
and thence into South Park. They reached 
the headwaters of the South Platte and the 
Arkansas, then returned to their camp near 
Canon City (January 5). It was a terrible 
march for man and beast, and their journey 
through the mountains into the Wet Moun- 
tain Valley and across the Sangre de 
Cristo Range recalls the dreadful experi- 
ences in the retreat of the ten thousand as 
related in Xenophon's "Anabasis." Frozen 
and half -starved, the little band of explorers 
were often in desperate plight. In the latter 
part of February they found themselves in 
Spanish territory, on the Rio Grande del 
Norte, which Pike supposed (as he claimed) 
to be Red River. He was brought to book 
by General Allencaster for invading New 
Spain with an armed force. This was pre- 
cisely what he wanted to happen, according 
to Dr. Coues. Be this as it may, he made 
the most of his opportunity to get informa- 
tion as to the geography and people of the 
Spanish provinces through which the party 

Pike's diary of his Mexican tour forms a 
chapter of thrilling interest in the annals of 
exploration. His book, " Exploratory Trav- 
els through the Western Territories of 
North America," published in 1810, was 
read with avidity, for Americans then knew 
little of the Louisiana Purchase and of the 
Spanish dominions to the southwest. 


How to Become a Good Bowman 

O MOST of us here in Ameri- 
ca archery suggests nothing 
more tangible nor less primi- 
tive than the tales of Rob Roy 
and of the Indians whose 
stinging arrows welcomed 
the Pilgrims to our shores ; nor 
anything more practical than 
the excuse for an attractive 
scene on a theater stage. We 
know it in a halo of romance, 
as a pastime for royalty or bold yeomen, 
sung by poets and praised by historians, 
rather than as a sport adapted to our own 
times and customs. And yet, not so long 
ago, twenty years to be exact, archery held 
a high rank in the realm of sports in this 
country, even as it always has in England, 
and when manufacturers found it impos- 
sible to meet the demand for paraphernalia. 
It must be remembered that, at that time, 
the health and beauty cults had not begun 
to absorb the popular mind to the extent 
that holds to-day and that outdoor sports 
as their promoters had been little more 
than suggested. Furthermore, and what 
had unquestionably still greater bearing on 
the situation, women had not then entered 
the lists on equal terms with men, and it is 
only when women take up a project and 
lend to it their enthusiasm and impetus 
that it becomes a craze. Therefore, it is 
not to be wondered at that, like golf, 
tennis and other sports, archery should 
rise and fall and rise again. 

Now there are unmistakable signs of 
returning interest. In the West, with her 
National Archery Association as promul- 
gator, clubs are springing up here and there 
and a surprising amount of individual 
enthusiasm is being shown. Here in the 
East its progress is slower, but the signs are 
none the less gratifying. Most of the 
fashionable hotels have added archery 
outfits to their lists of summer attractions, 
and it is safe to predict that ere many moons 

have waned archery will have come again 
into its own. 

No pastime offers more exhilarating, 
fascinating sport, and none is more con- 
ducive to all the good effects of open-air 
exercise. All of the movements necessary 
in the use of the bow and arrow are such 
as are best adapted to the development of 
health, strength and grace. Is not Diana 
with drawn bow regarded by artists as the 
personification of grace; and the very rules 
of the sport demand that it prove an edu- 
cation in accuracy, self-control and quick- 
ened perception. 

"It is an exercise (by proof) we see," 
says an old poet devotee of archery, 

"Where practice doth with nature best 
agree ; 
Obstructions of the liver it prevents 
And to the nerves and art'ries gives ex- 
It is a foe profest 
To all consumptions." 

An archery outfit does not necessarilv 
consist of merely a bow and arrow. Besides 
them, there may be the target and target 
stand, of course ; gloves, quiver belts, finger 
tips, arm guards and bow cases, as well 
as various other accessories, most of which 
are seldom found except in the kits of pro- 

The target is a circular pad, measuring 
from eighteen to forty-eight inches in 
diameter, usually made of straw with a 
canvas covering, upon which is painted 
a central disk of yellow surrounded by 
bands of red, blue, black and the outer 
one, white. It is made to rest on a tripod 
or standard so that when in place the 
central disk is at a distance of four feet 
from the ground. A target costs anywhere 
from a dollar and a-half to ten dollars, 
according to size ; the standards, two and a- 
half or three dollars. 

The finger stalls are open thimbles of 
soft, fine, but always strong, leather, and 


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fit snugly over the first, second and third 
fingers of the right hand to prevent blister- 
ing. These tips or stalls cost a dollar a set, 
three pieces. 

The arm guard, or bracer, as it is some- 
times called, consists of a piece of hard 
leather with two straps attached by which 

to fasten it to the left arm just above the 
wrist, where otherwise the bow-string 
might cause injury. 

All of the accoutrements come in sepa- 
rate designs for ladies and gentlemen, and 
a complete outfit, irrespective of bow and 
arrows, for which almost any price may be 

Copyright, 1906, by Waldon Fawcett 

No pastime is more conducive to all the good effects of open-air exercise 



Copyright, 1906, by Waldon Fawcett 

Like some anglers, many veteran archers make their own weapons 

paid, will cost from seven 
or eight dollars upward. 

To the uninitiated it 
would seem the easiest 
matter in the world to 
purchase a bow and ar- 
rows, while any small 
boy knows that it is "just 
no trick at all to make a 
set of them." 

Nevertheless, it is 
doubtful whether the 
most expert among 
American wood workers 
or the most skilled of the 
Indians or Gypsies could 
ever turn out weapons 
at all comparable with 
English ones. Very few 
even of the toy bows and 
arrows sold in the de- 
partment stores and toy 
shops are made in this 
country, the English 
makers having brought 
the art so near to perfec- 

tion and the English 
woods being so infin- 
itely better adapted that 
it has seemed usele 
try to compete with 
them. At any rate, the 
making of both bows 
and arrows requires the 
utmost skill and ac- 
curacy. Snake wood, 
lance wood and lemon- 
wood are all used in 
making bows, but the 
best of all is the yew and 
the best and most ex- 
pensive of all bows is 
the self-yew bow, or one 
made of a single stick of 
yew; and when it is 
known that it not infre- 
quently happens that 
only one or two bows 
can be made from an 
entire yew log it is not 
to be wondered at that 
a good self-yew bow 

Copyright, 1906, by Waldon Fawcett 

And the love they put into their work is of the old, old vintage of Boydom 



sometimes costs as high as a hundred dollars. 
The reason for this is found in the fact that 
in making a yew bow or, in fact, in making 
any of the best bows the wood must not 
be carved nor sawed out, but split, and the 
shape of the bow must follow the grain of 
the wood and be finished accordingly; even 
though there are knots, these must be 
polished and allowed to remain. Backed 
bows, or those made of two pieces, are much 
less expensive, and of course not as desir- 
able, although beef wood backed with lance- 
wood or hickory makes a reliable weapon. 
But, undoubtedly, the best all-round bow is 
a self-lancewood or lemonwood made of 
perfectly seasoned material. 

In selecting a bow the qualities most 
desirable are elasticity, lasting power and 
evenness of action, and it requires a con- 
noisseur to know how to determine their 
presence. The length of the bow should 
equal the height of the archer. The strength 
is expressed in pounds, according to its 
power of resistance, the average for a ladies' 
bow being from twenty to forty pounds and 
for a man's from thirty-five to sixty. 

Its shape (that of the perfect bow) is full 
in the center, tapering gradually to the ends, 
which are tipped with horn, and pliable 
without bending unevenly. 

Important as the bow is and delicate a 
matter as it is to make it, the arrows require 
even more nicety in construction. They 
have three parts, the body, the head and the 
feather, the two former technically called 
the stele and the pile, or point. Very stiff 
wood, preferably red deal of straight grain 
or perfectly seasoned pine, is used for the 
shaft, and for the feathering peacock 
feathers are considered best. They are 
arranged practically parallel to the shaft, 
which position gives the fleetest possible 
rotary motion. 

Arrows, like the bows, may be made of 
one wood or of two kinds dovetailed to- 
gether, the former called selfs, the latter 
footed, but unlike the bows those of two 
pieces are the better. 

The accepted rules regulating the sport 
of archery in the United States are those 
adopted by the National Archery Associa- 
tion, as governing the "York Round." The 
"York Round" consists of seventy-two 
arrows at one hundred yards, forty-eight 

Copyright, 1906, by Waldon Fawcctt 

But it is no boy's trick to make it 

arrows at eighty yards and twenty-four ar- 
rows at sixty yards. 

An enumeration of some of the terms used 
will give an insight into the method of play: 
Bow-arm: the left arm; elevation: the 
height of the bow-hand in aiming; allow- 
ance: the distance of change in aiming to 
compensate for the wind; end: the number 
of arrows shot before walking to the oppo- 
site target, three arrows to an archer being 
allowed ; He ! He ! : the word of call used by 
archers in hailing each other; home: drawn 
to the pile; hornspoon: hitting the outer 
edge of the target beyond the white ; length : 
the distance between the archer and the 
target; fast: a command to stop; cut the 
gold : an arrow is said to cut the gold when , 
in falling short, it appears to drop across the 
gold; pair: three arrows; snake: an arrow 
snakes when it slips under the grass; tab: 
a flat piece of leather used in place of finger- 
tip; under-bowed: having too weak a bow; 
wide : an arrow is wide when it flies to one 

Copyright, 1906, by Waldon Fawcett 

an education in accuracy, self-control and quickened perception 

side or the other of the target; over-bowed: 
too strong a bow; nock: the notch of a 
bow or arrow; limb: the upper and lower 
limbs of a bow are the parts above and 
below the handle. 

Having now all the paraphernalia and a 
technical knowledge of archery, the next 
thing is the actual play. The correct posi- 
tion, as agreed upon by all of the best shots, 
is as follows: Feet flat upon the ground, 
with the weight equally distributed, heels 
about six inches apart and toes turned out- 
ward at an angle of ninety degrees — eighty, 
if the archer be a woman. The left side 
should be nearest the target and the face 
turned squarely toward it, so that the bow 
when drawn brings the elbow and out- 
stretched arm in a perfectly straight line. 
To nock the arrow is the next step. To do 
this, take the bow by the handle with the 
left hand, holding it horizontally across the 

body, with the upper limb to the right. With 
the right hand draw the arrow from the 
quiver, pass it across the bow until the steel 
pile projects ten inches beyond the handle, 
when the left forefinger should be placed 
over the arrow to hold it onto its place, 
while the right hand is changed to the nock; 
with the thumb and first finger of the right 
hand grasping the nock, slide the arrow 
forward until the nock reaches the string, 
when the arrow should be turned until the 
cock feather comes uppermost and the nock 
placed upon the string. The left forefinger 
should now be lifted from the arrow, which 
will rest between the bow and the knuckle 
of the first finger. Draw steadily, aim, not 
at the central point in the gold disk, but at 
what is called the "point of aim," the spot 
just above or below the central point which 
by experiment the archer has learned will 
allow his arrow to drop into the gold. 



It is necessary in order to get a good 
shot to draw the bow directly back from 
its center, for upon the accuracy of the 
aim depends almost wholly the accuracy 
of the shot. Mr. W. H. Thompson, one 
of the best archers in the country, gives 
the following as probable errors into which 
a beginner will fall: holding the bow too 
nearly vertical, which gives the arrow a 
tendency to fall away from the upper limb; 
drawing the string awry by keeping the 
right hand too far out from the right side of 
the chin; hesitation at the point of loosing, 
or letting the arrow fly, which will destroy 
the alignment of a shot, or else, on the con- 
trary, using too rapid a movement. 

In closing this article, which it is hoped 
may at least be the means of adding some 
impetus to the revival of this fascinating, 
healthful sport, it may be of most service to 
the would-be archer to quote Mr. Thomp- 
son's words of advice given before a re- 
cently organized club of Western young 
men and women : 

"See to your arrow feathers very care- 
fully before each shot, for the least damage 
will seriously endanger both line and length. 

"Do not attempt more than two dozen 
arrows a day at first; to overwork the 
muscles tends to destroy them. 

"Draw the arrow full up to the pile at 
every trial and take all possible pains with 
every shot. 

"Try and cure every fault as soon as you 
discover it. 

"Stand exactly in position, nock care- 
fully, draw carefully, hold carefully, aim 
carefully and loose carefully with each arrow. 

"Observe closely everything connected 
with the flight, trajectory and drift of each 
shot, and profit by your observations. 

"Keep these three rules fastened in your 
memory: the necessary elevation of your 
bow arm, the exact length of draw and the 
right method of loosing. Keep a book in 
which to record all scores, good, bad or 
indifferent, with, also, a weather score. 

"Never use a battered arrow. 

"Take the strictest care of your bow r ; 
for a change of bows brings a temporary 
falling off of the archer's score. He must 
accustom himself to a new one. 

"Use a shooting cap. With any other 
headgear the brim is likely to touch the 

"Above everything, do not lose your 
temper. Remain calm under all circum- 

"An excited, uncontrolled shot never hits 
the mark." 


DID you ever watch the cloud shadows, 
Like mystic elfs at their play, 
Drop down from the fleecy clouds above 
To romp o'er the fields away? 
Over the hollow, over the hill, 

And up the long lane they go, 
Then down past the old thatched farmhouse, 
Into the meadow below. 

They loiter across the placid pond 

And, leaving it for the land, 
Then chase each other through daisy fields, 

Or lovingly, hand in hand, 
They come to the foot of the mountain, 

And, climbing its rugged side, 
Play tag awhile through the tall green pines 

And over the mountain hide. 

— David P. Sommers. 


A Day in Massachusetts in Advance of the Open Season 

N upland game bird- 
shooting the golden 
plover — the earliest mi- 
grant, the erratic Wil- 
son's snipe, the swift- 
flying quail and the 
wary ruffed grouse have 
each their admirers who 
have not been slow to sing the praise of 
their favorite; but it goes without saying 
that for all that contiibutes fascination and 
charm to a day afield, no bird of them is 
such a general favoiite — all things being 
equal — as the woodcock — that sprite-like 
lover of bog and brake, of fern lands in 
birch and alder growths beside running 
brooks, and of the marge and ooze of 
swampy places. 

Another year has grown apace, and the 
tempered sun tells that summer is on the 
wane. Sportsman and bird dog anxiously 
await the opening day of the gunning 
season, September i; but a vigorous man- 
hood and love for shooting on the wing and 
attendant pleasures make the day seem 
long distant and prompt an observation 
run to old and familiar haunts to note the 
prospects for the season's shooting. An old 
friend of many adventures in upland and 
sea-fowl shooting and after big game in 
Maine and the Maritime Provinces dropped 
into my sanctum to while away a reminis- 
cent evening and to plan for the future. A 
day was soon settled on for this purpose 
when we were to take a run into the foot- 
hills of old Wachusett, some dozen or more 
miles away — the highest elevation in 
Massachusetts east of the Connecticut 
River, and dignified by the name of 
" mountain." 

Here bubbling springs on the hillsides, 
and their offspring, purling brooks, and 
attendant conditions, make an ideal place 
for woodcock breeding, and good resting- 
place in flight time — and here many a time 

and oft have the sportsmen put in mo.-.t 
delightful and successful days with dog and 

As an entertainer and purveyor of 
valuable information, which is such a 
pleasurable concomitant of a trip, my com- 
panion has an enviable reputation, and 
whether deserved of not may be best judged 
by the following brief summary of his 
pronouncement en route, during a delightful 
morning's drive: 

"Down through all the years that have 
witnessed the building up of a broader, 
more tolerant and more genuine Christi- 
anity upon the ruins of the blindn. 
bigotry and unseemly prejudices of the 
past, in Massachusetts, the State has ever 
commanded for better or for worse her 
full share of attention from her sister 
States of the Union, in her struggle for bet- 
ter and nobler things. 

"These waves of advancement and retro- 
gression, of elevation and depression, these 
uplifts to the pure air of the sunlit hills and 
anon the backward swing of the pendulum 
to the noisome bogs and fens of the intoler- 
ant, turbulent, oppressive and repellant, 
well typify the broken, rolling, inharmoni- 
ous topography of the State. Here is the 
intolerant and repulsive marsh — the slough 
of despond in the landscape — that refuses 
entrance to human footsteps; there its 
antithesis, the clear and placid lake that 
truthfully mirrors the passing cloud as well 
as the clear blue sky above, as if to testify 
that ' truth crushed to earth will lise again'; 
and beyond lies the obstinate, stony and 
sterile soil that can be subdued and ren- 
dered fairly fruitful only by seemingly 
endless patience, sacrifice and perseverance. 

"Again, here is the abandoned farm that 
mutely tells the tale of other times and other 
days, of unrewarded endeavor, of depriva- 
tions and hardships too great to be endured 
and possibly points to the want of Christian 



charity, kindly sympathy and neighborly 
kindness; there the gently sloping land, 
shorn of its beauty by the intolerant axe of 
the greedy lumberman, and beyond is the 
summit of the hill in calm repose and indif- 
ference, and seeming to look down in dis- 
gust as if to say to all below, ' I am holier 
than thou.' 

"But the sportsman, like the poet and the 
philosopher and the people who, by keeping 
abreast of the times, have left behind the 
narrowness and injustice of early days, finds 

" ' Books in running brooks, sermons in stones, 
And good in everything.' 

"In his outingshe finds nearthe summit of 
the barren hilltop the birthplace of sparkling 
springs and" 

But the team was now in the dooryard of 
our farmer friend, and his cheery "Good- 
morning and welcome " put a stop to further 
comparison and comment. 

Being told the object of our mission and 
asked how the birds had wintered and what 
the prospect was for the opening day of the 
season, the farmer said: 

"Wa-al, there be no quail left. That ar 
last snow in March fixed 'em. Seems as ef 
'em fellers as buys quails to put out hev 
more money than brains. P'raps they think 
quails roost in trees an' live on buds same as 
patridges does, but they don't. An' one good 
snow that lasts a week cleans 'em all out, 
ev'ry time. But patridges have been drum- 
min' lots aroun' here all summer — an' by 
goll I never see so many timber doodles 
about here afore in forty years, since I 
moved on this place. 

"Bro't yer old dorg with you, eh? I 
never seed a dorg as knows so much — 
hanged if I did!" 

Being told that his report on the birds 
was most reassuring, and that his remarks 
on stocking the coverts with quail had a 
good deal of horse-sense to recommend 
them, my red Irish setter dog was asked to 
speak his own thanks for the farmer's words 
of appreciation and praise, which he 
promptly did by loud barking. 

The horse was now in a stall in the stable 
and we took our departure down the lane 
and across the pasture to the "sag," so- 
called, a hollow depression of an acre or 
more on a sunny hillside, not far from a 

birch and alder run, with occasional small 
pines, fir, balsam and other coniferous and 
deciduous trees. This extensive basin, or 
sag, as it is called, is doubtless a vast 
spring-hole, as a trickling stream meanders 
through the sandy marl of the pasture and 
unites with a brook a little lower down. 
The wash from the surface of the hill for 
unnumbered centuries has enriched the soil 
and given it great fertility. White-birch 
saplings grow high into the air until a grape- 
vine or wild clematis reach out and embrace 
them and pull them over in graceful ellipse 
to the earth, or until they find lodgment in 
the tops of other shrubbery. Rank-growing 
ferns, rhododendrons, laurel and other 
shrubbery grow in riotous profusion and 
make an ideal breeding and rearing-place 
for Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock and their 
interesting family. 

Skirting along the upper side and for a 
distance beyond a stone wall separates the 
pasture from a large field of corn, now well 
tasseled out and completely shading the 

Approaching the sag from the pasture 
side, my friend climbed to the top of an 
immense boulder, some six or seven feet 
high, near the edge of the undergrowth, and 
which commanded a view over nearly its 
whole extent. 

Keeping Rex in close, I pushed my way 
through five or six feet of dense under- 
growth, when he turned suddenly toward 
my friend and made a staunch point within 
a yard of where I stood. Going as noise- 
lessly as I might, it was impossible for me to 
hear the querulous twitter of the mother 
bird when she rose, but my friend's voice 
broke the silence with a command to stand 
perfectly still. This was followed by 
another to back out by the very tracks by 
which I had entered, not deviating a foot 
to the right or left, and to bring Rex with 
me. Accomplishing this as best I could, 
Rex persisting in holding his point, I was 
soon again in the opening. 

"There I" said he. "I have seen woodcock 
do many strange things in my day, but this 
is the most erratic of all. You see the black 
alder bush with the red berries beside which 
you stood? Well, the instant you stepped 
beside it, a great big woodcock jumped up, 
sputtering all the protest he or she could 


command and just clearing the top of the revisit it on opening day we retraced our 

same bush, dropped down again on this steps to the farmhouse where we had agreed 

side within a yard, I should think, of where to sample some of our friend's cider, 

it got up." whipped up with fresh eggs, upon which a 

And this was within a rod of where we little nutmeg was to be grated — funny- 
then stood. I called out to Rex to " Go guggle water he called it — with our midday 
on," and he advanced, when up went five lunch. Here a lengthy after-dinner hour 
woodcock, uttering their peculiar, querulous was spent in living over old experiences and 
whistle, in protest at being disturbed. They telling the tales of other days, 
made only a short flight and dropped down Being asked if he had ever seen woodcock 
on the other side of the sag or in the edge of carrying their young, the farmer answered 
the corn-field, it being impossible to tell affirmatively in the most positive manner, 
which from our location. "Why," said he, "it was only las' spring 

Ordering Rex to heel and going very when me an' the boys was plantin' the corn 

quietly around to the opposite side to avoid we seed 'em do it. 01' Tige got a wood- 

the dense and tangled undergrowth, and chuck in the wall and he made such a tarna- 

crossing the stone wall, we carefully scru- tion fuss about it, yelpin' and barkin' and 

tinized the ground at the edge of the growing diggin' that I suppose the ol' mother got 

corn and were soon rewarded with a strik- afraid to stay thar. 'Tany rate, Jake seed 

ing and beautiful sight. A full-grown and her first and sung out to rest on us to look, 

well-fed woodcock came strutting out to the and we all seed ol' mother woodcock, 

edge of the corn, head up and tail-feathers claspin' her young un to her bosom like any 

spread out like a fan and almost touching mother would, fly in' off down to the big 

the back of his head; he was a picture of sag — Woodcock Rock, you call it." 
pride and independence, indeed. His right And in relation to the homing instinct of 

to reign " King of the Sag " we then did not birds he was not less prompt and positive, 
dispute, but promised to call another day, "Well, yes, you know ol' Cripple Jack, 

when we hoped we would find him at home. I told you on las' year? Wa'al, he's here 

We quietly retraced our steps and took agin this year, he is, an' I don't b'lieve he is 

our departure to Woodcock Rock, a mile or such a fool as to try and stay in these parts 

more away. Here is another and larger all winter. I swan I don't. If he'd tried it, 

sag, with woodcock conditions accentuated, he'd been a dead woodcock, sure." 
Here such riotous undergrowth abounds Old Cripple Jack is a woodcock with one 

that it is impossible to get a shot when fol- eye destroyed and a broken leg that it would 

lowing the dog, but a kindly Providence has take a pile of evidence bigger than Wachu- 

located a huge boulder near the center, from sett Mountain to make our farmer friend 

the top of which a fine view is afforded believe is not the same identical woodcock 

overlooking the surrounding shrubbery and that he has now seen two years in succes- 

overhanging grape-vines. Standing upon sion, and that after his winter's sojourn in 

this rock during the last season, with a the sunny South he returned to his old 

friend to beat the cover with the dog and to mountain home in New England, 
give notice when he pointed, it was my rare The sun was now well aslant in the 

good fortune with three shots to kill four heavens and, after a day pleasantly passed 

woodcock as they rose above the tops of the amid old scenes and old haunts that cheer 

bushes — the only time in my somewhat the heart of the sportsman, we took our 

lengthened shooting career that I ever killed departure for a leisurely drive homeward, 

two woodcock at one shot. with a compact made and entered into, with 

Here we put a small bell on Rex's neck all the binding force of signed, sealed and 

and sent him into the cover at random. In delivered, to be again on the sloping hill- 

a few moments the tinkle of the bell ceased sides and in the sags of old Wachusett in the 

and again we knew that Woodcock Rock early dawn of September i, with dog and 

was true to its tradition. Promising to again gun, 


A Tale of Caribou-Hunting in Newfoundland 





E WERE camped on 
the middle lead, Pat- 
rick's Pond, where the 
falls stop the salmon 
for awhile ere they 
gather force of will 
and strength of tail to 
jump to the level above. 
Old John, the Labra- 
dor fisherman, seal 
hunter and Methodist 
deacon in the harbor 
of Chimney Tickle, was 
for the nonce head 
guide, and Billy was cook. 

" We'll take a kettle and a piece o' meat, 
some of us," said old John, "and cruise 
away over to St. George's Mountain to- 

"Some of us," meant Sam, of course. 
That was a foregone conclusion. The rest 
of us meant Billy and me. 

John paused to sniff the frost in the air 
and take a long look at the mist of dawn in 
the sky. Then he crossed to the fire and 
helped himself to a piece of caribou meat 
with his fork, carefully pouring a little 
puddle of grease from the frying-pan into 
the center of the steak. Another pan filled 
with the red steaks of salmon was there if 
he chose to take advantage of it, but John 
never did so. There was only one fish in all 
the waters of the earth for John, and that 
was cod. Salmon was salmon, but cod 
was "fish," and so it is for all the natives 
of that fog-bound isle. 

"We'll take our glasses," continued old 
John, seating himself on the cook's bake- 
board, namely, the side of a soap box. 
"My eyes ain't what they used to be." 

Considering the fact that John could 
see spikehorns at a mile and a-half, and 
them in the velvet, one might have thought 
his sight still fairly well preserved. 

"Will we take the rifle?" asked Sam. 

"If you think you can carry it," sug- 
gested Old John. 

"Carry it, you old cod-fish! If you 
think we'll see anything I'll show you 
whether I can carry it or not." 

"We'll see caribou to-day, sure," af- 
firmed Old John, with his mouth full. 

So after breakfast they started blithely 
forth, leaving the cook and me to our own 
cheerful devices. 

A big, curly-headed fellow was Billy, 
with an apparently perpetual cold in his 
head and an equally perpetual pipe in his 
mouth. He helped me to a leisurely break- 

"Billy," said I, "what's the matter with 
you and me going out and rounding up a 

"All right, sir," said Billy, not at all 
surprised. In great calm he proceeded 
to wash the dishes, puffing at his pipe the 
while and snuffling at metric intervals. 
It was a chilly, foggy morning and I kept 
him company by the fire until he washed 
the breakfast things up and baked a batch 
of biscuits. By that time the mist had 
cleared off the barren and presently, about 
10 o'clock, Billy and I ventured out of our 
"droke" onto the bog. 

The great wet prairie of the middle 
lead, yellow with sunlight, lay before us 
bounded by a distinct fringe of timber. 
We headed diagonally across the marsh, 
keeping the breeze, what there was of it, 
on our right cheek. A mile from the camp 
we came on a fresh trail of hoofs in the 

"It's a cow and a stag," said Billy, 
solemnly, taking the pipe from his mouth. 
"They have started." 

"Started where," asked I. 

"Started to come," said Billy. 

We stared over the glistening bog, flat 



as the sky and as devoid of any living 

"I've seen this place in the winter with 
a herd of over ioo deer* scattered over it," 
said Billy. " Let's get up on a hill some- 
where and have a look around." 

We crossed the bog, wading over the 
moss with deliberate, heavy-footed tread, as 
though tramping in the snow, picking our 
way precariously at times on tufts of sod 
where the "mish" was soft and a misstep 
meant a knee-deep flounder in the ooze. 
At the farther side we came to a well-de- 
fined opening in the wall of spruce tangle 
where the caribou had worn an ancient 
avenue. Following the trail, as plain as 
any old cow-path in a pasture, and rising 
gradually to higher and more open ground, 
we crossed the belt of timber and came out 
on the farther hillside where a point ran 
out like a cape and broke off in a bluff of 
boulders. Below stretched an open plain 
clear to the horizon on the north and south, 

♦Caribou, there are no deer on the island. 

bounded only by a line of woods half a 
mile across to westward. 

We sat down on the topmost boulder 
and cooled off, for walking on the Newfound- 
land mish is a toilsome business to those 
who live habitually where solid ground 
gives a fair spring for the toe. Then we 
took the field glasses and searched the 
country. Distant blue hills marked the 
valley of some big lake or river beyond the 
immediate horizon of timber, away still 
farther to the westward. The boggy prairie 
swelled in a gentle raise to the skyline on 
the north. To the south a great, park-like 
plain, dotted with ponds and little islands 
of woods, stretched to the haze of distance. 
All these added details the magnifying 
power of the binoculars made large and 
clear, but they didn't show deer in the 
immediate foreground like I had fondly 

"Here's where we come in the winter 
time," narrated Billy. "St. Patrick's look- 
out," we call it. We make straight in 



across country on the crust with the dogs, and 
gpt on either this or St. George's lookout, 
where the Old Man and Sam went. Then, 
when we see where the deer are, we leave 
the sledge and go for 'em on snowshoes. 
Sometimes they be right close by, some- 
times we see a herd two or three miles 
away, just gray specks on the snow, 
scattered out like crumbs. I've counted 
over 150. I've seen the snow scraped off 
whole square acres clean down to the moss 
out there, like as it had been shoveled." 

Billy spoke in a grave, reverent tone, as 
though we sat now in the presence of a 
stupendous past. 

"If the deer pass down this lead from 
the north now," said I, looking for flaws 
in the evidence, "why do they come back 
in the winter?" 

"They don't," explained Billy. "These 
September deer goes down south. The 
ones that stay here don't come till Novem- 
ber. They're the last to get here, and they 
winter here. I've killed three with one 
dose of slugs from my old Snider sealin' 
gun right from where we are sitting now." 

It had begun to grow chilly sitting still 
and I got up on my feet to get my blood 

"Billy," said I, "do you see that white 
boulder away up there to the north, just 
at the corner of the trees." 

"Yes," admitted Billy. 

"Watch it for a minute and you'll see it 
move," said I. 

"By Christopher! it's a stag — see, there's 
another — a whole company of deer," 
cried Billy. We sat there staring till the 
tears came into our eyes, before we remem- 
bered to put the glasses on them. 

"Five," said I. "No, seven and three 
more — little ones — fawns, I guess. One, 
two, three, four, five more — that's fifteen. 
Here, take a look, Billy, and try if you can 
see horns." 

The band had just come over the horizon, 
where the gentle slope met the skyline two 
miles or so to the north. They were walking 
in fits and starts, browsing on the moss for 
short intervals, heads down like sheep, 
then hurrying forward again, at a rapid 
walk, single file for the most part, but 
spread out irregularly at the rear of the 

"Yes, sir," Billy, announced, "there's a 
stag there ; I can see his horns rocking like a 
ship when he walks. Yes, sir — a good 
head — a good head he is, too." 

"Here, let me have a look through those 
glasses," said I. 

They were coming rapidly down the 
lead, near enough now for me to distinguish 
them as brown instead of the neutral, non- 
descript gray which most living things 
appear at a distance. The stag proudly 
bringing up the rear wore a neck and 

. they gather force of will and strength of tail to leap to the level above 



shoulders of snowy white, and high in the 
air as he marched swayed a pair of great 
antlers, which, flashing now into view as the 
light caught them, miraculously disappeared 
again as a different angle changed the re- 
flections to shadows. 

Half a mile from the lookout, however, 
to our utter dismay the band turned aside 
at the little bay-like inlet from the lead 
and, entering the scrubby woods of the 
hill, on a knob of which we were watching, 
disappeared one by one from view. The 
stag was last, pausing for one final poise in 
the open, standing in profile as if to give me 
a long range shot at that gleaming white 
shoulder of his, an inference which I, ab- 
sorbed in gazing at him artificially through 
the binoculars, entirely overlooked until he, 
too, stepped into the bushes, and was lost to 

"Of all the fools" I began. 

"What's the matter?" inquired Billy. 

"Why in the name of all the prophets 
didn't you tell me to shoot?" demanded I. 
"Why didn't you kick me? Why in the 
deuce don't you do it now?" 

"Did you want one of 'em?" asked 
Billy, innocently. 

"You muttonhead! That stag is the 
only thing I want on the island of New- 
foundland," I sadly declared. 

"Come on, then," said Billy, catching 
up the glasses . " Run ! " 

He was off, back by the path we had 
come, through the scrub spruce and the 
birch. I, taking heart again, followed with 
the rifle. When we reached the edge of 
the open plain on the other side we stopped 
breathless, to look. In spite of our per- 
spiring, heart-pumping rush, the caribou 
were ahead of us, away out on the bog. 

"How far," panted I, screwing vigorously 
at the back sight of the rifle. 

"Don't shoot," said Billy. 

" Why not take a chance?" I demanded. 

"The noise might scare 'em," and he 
grinned to show there was no hard feeling. 
"You know you couldn't hit anything, sir, 
at that distance — you puffin' like that and 
them movin'." 

"Well, come on, then," I persisted, 
"we'll close up on them." 

"You'd have the devil's own time," 
said Billy, "right abaft the stern of 'em. 

No, sir, we'll sit right down where we are, 
and if they don't stop when they come to 
the tracks of the wake we made coming 
across here this morning, I don't ever want 
to scaffle a seal again." 

Our trail stretched across the barren 
anglewise in the direction of the camp 
straight from where we stood. The deer 


were approaching it in a quartering slant, 
pretty well out in the center of the lead. 

"They won't cross our trail," reiterated 
Billy, "you see if they do. Like as not it 
will turn 'em over this way, then you'll get 
that head, sir, sure as your gun." 

"The gun's all right," I reassured him, 
gripping the stock to keep my nerves from 

"I always use a muzzle-loader, myself," 
continued Billy. "I put in a hatful of 
powder and a small measure o' slugs. 
Then I sit down and aim right in the 
middle of the herd. If I be's anyway 
handy I bring down a couple or three deer 
at a time." 

" Don't you ever hurt yourself ? " asked I. 

"Sometimes," admitted Billy, "I para- 
lyze my shoulder, and sometimes I hurt 
my face, but I always shut my eyes, and 
generally the one shot gives me all the meat 
I want, so it ain't so bad. Look — look — 
that deer in front has stopped I See her put 
her nose down — see that? Now the others 
have all stopped to look at each other. 
See that — what did I tell you?" 

The caribou had halted in an irresolute 
group at the trail we had made an hour or 
so before on our journey out from camp. 
Several of them, the calves in the number, 
lay down. 

"They have travelled a long way this 
morning," said Billy. "The little fellows 
are tired." 

"I wish they'd travel this way a bit," I 
muttered, clenching my teeth. Standing 
still in suspense had made me cold and 
shivery again. 

"Wait a minute now," said Billy. 
"That deer is thinking — -see how still she 
is. She's looking this way. Lucky the 
wind is right, what little there is of it, or she'd 
smell us. Here they come ! Yes, sir, they're 
coming back to the other lead again." 

My good old stag had modestly dropped 
into the rear guard once more. Straight 



for us they came, intending, evidently, to 
cross through the droke back to the big bog 
down which they were traveling when we first 
had seen them. 

" Funny about deer," reflected Billy. 
"Some parts of the season you can't scare 
'em. They cross the railroad track without 
a whimper, yet here to-day a whole flock 
stop short at the first smell of our trail." 

"Must be something wrong with us," 
said I, with a facetiousness I was far from 
feeling. I took the "safety " off, and resting 
the rifle with my elbows on my knees as I 
sat in the moss, sighted through the peep. 
The deer in the lead was now no more 
than eighty yards from us, when suddenly 
she changed her course and bore off to her 
right, broadside on, walking swiftly as 
before. This manceuver put her at right 
angles to the rest of the line and headed 
her north, the direction opposite to which 
they had originally traveled. 

"A plumb drawn circle," whispered 
Billy. "She was getting near our tracks 
again, so she shied off to the other drung 
they came across by before. She knows 
that's clear anyhow." 

The rest of the deer had now turned 
their brown flanks to us, imitating their 
leader's action a second or so later than 
she, and wheeling on their own ground. 
Thus the stag in the rear of the file was now 
but 150 yards from us. He darkened up 
the peep-hole of the back sight with little room 
to spare. Finally I got the bead on the 
middle of the white patch on his fore 
shoulder. I filled my chest and pulled. 

At the report, instead of the stampede I 
expected, every beast halted short in its 
tracks and stood immovable as if stunned. 
The stag, untouched, held his head out 
and slightly down, and his horns stood 
straight up, high in air above his shoulders. 

"Away too high," grunted Billy. "I 
seen the bullet plough up the moss three or 
four hundred yards past him." 

I had forgotten to put down the sights 
from 600 yards, but I did not think it neces- 
sary to mention it. 

"Shoot! shoot!" hissed Billy. "Aim low 
and shoot again." 

I had already fixed the ivory bead on 
the stag, and almost as he. spoke the gun 
roared out again. 

"You've got him," remarked Billy, in a 
strangely natural voice after the long, 
tense huskiness. "Got him right in the 
middle of the shoulder." 

He sprang to his feet, and at sight of him 
the herd took flight, heads back, white 
flags up. The stag alone stood his ground, 
his feet spread out and his great head 

"Shoot again," urged Billy. "Shoot 
again for luck." 

"No," said I, "he's done." 

As I spoke the poor brute sank, shoulder 
foremost in the moss. Strange how cold and 
repentant a man feels after the excitement 
is over. 

That night Old John and Sam didn't 
get into camp till after dark. They were 
full of talk about the tracks they had seen 
and the adventures they had come through 
alive and unscathed. Billy and I said 
never a word. 

"Say," cried Sam, "if we don't get our 
limit of three heads apiece in this country 
we're sucker shots. I've seen one hundred 
and fifteen thousand tracks if I've seen one 
— ain't we, John?" 

"Just as you say, sir," said Old John, 

"How many did you get?" said I. 

"How many what?" demanded Sam. 

"Caribou, of course," returned I. 

' ' How many did you ? " said Sam, counter - 

"Just the one," said I, and I pointed to 
the head in the shadow of the tent, and to the 
hide stretched on poles by the fire. 

"Holy Gingerarum. These fellows have 
a stag here!" 

"So I see," said John. "Not so big as 
yours, though, sir." 

"What! Did you get one, too?" cried I. 

"Two of them," answered Sam, grinning 
like a boy. "Left the heads and hides 
at Scafne Droke when it got dark. Got 
any tea, Billy?" 

"Gallons of it," declared Billy. Then, 
with a tone of proved conviction, he added, 
"I thought I heard shots to-day over handy 
to St. George's." 

Awful liar, that cook of ours, I think. 
But camp cooks, bless them, generally 


Practical Instructions for the Beginner, and Some Useful Hints 

for the Experienced 


(Member U.S. Life-Saving Service) 

HERE are any 
number of good 
swimmers in this 
country but mighty 
few good teachers 
of swimming. The 
noble sport is 
either ''picked up" 
and learned labori- 
ously by the devo- 
tee, or taught by unskilled "professors." 
The result is that our good swimmers show 
a surprising lack of form in comparison to 
Europe's best. They get there — but how? 
We are quite particular with the stroke of 
an oarsman, but we have no standard by 
which to judge the stroke of a swimmer. 

The lesson I propose to give here on paper 
is founded not only on American " get-there " 
ideas of efficiency, but also on European 
standards of good form, which is synony- 
mous with the very best permanent result. 
You can learn to swim in a day. If you 
are particularly well adapted for the sport 
you may learn it in a single lesson. Take 
no advice from the self-styled "masters" 
of swimming at so-much per lesson, who 
infest the summer resorts and the seashore. 
Most of them know how to swim themselves, 
after a fashion, but it is a hard task to find a 
man who really knows how to teach swim- 
ming properly. And those who do know 
claim it does not pay, since there is more 
money in teaching a beginner the round- 
about, laborious way than in putting him 
through his strokes with the proper despatch 
and the most satisfactory results. 

Now, then, let's forget all about mercen- 
ary teachers and go right in for a swim. I 
am your self-appointed teacher, and as my 
pupil you must now do as I say and do noth- 
ing else. Don't look down into the water. 
Look ahead and out; that removes timidity. % 

The depth is now well above your waist, 
which means that there's plenty of water to 
float your body. Some people think a few 
inches of water over the breech will float 
them! Now, straighten your body. That's 
it. Throw your head well back. Keep it 
there, while I put you in the floating posi- 
tion. This is done. You are floating now — 
why? Because every part of your body, 
head, arms, feet and trunk, is partly sub- 
merged and thus supported by the water. 
To show you what this means we will make 
an experiment. Just try to look at your toes 
and down you'll go. You come spluttering 
to the surface again. There, now, that's a 
practical object lesson. Your head weighs 
in the neighborhood of twenty-five pounds; 
it is nearly all bone and to float at all it must 
be submerged to the ears. As soon as you 
looked for your toes you took your head out 
of water; that is, you removed twenty-five 
pounds from the water's support and shifted 
that extra weight to the rest of your body. 
Hence, you went down. 

Assume the floating posture once more, 
with your head to the shore. Keep the head 
back, remember, and the chin high up. 
Now, sweep your arms out, with the palms 
towaid the bottom. Sweeping them in and 
out thus, parallel with the surface, will aid 
you in floating. You only have to turn your 
palms from bottomward to a pressure 
against the water and you will swim. Don't 
struggle. Do it easily, softly, smoothly, like 
a well-oiled piece of machinery. Your 
stroke is damnably bad and ragged, but 
this is a point where you need encourage- 
ment rather than criticism, so just keep on 
and try to better yourself gradually. Now 
stop. Throw your arms behind your head, 
put up your chin and your chest, and float 
as before. You are resting now. 

The leg movements are next in order. 



As soon as you draw up your knees you will 
go under, and as soon as your legs have 
delivered their stroke your head will again 
come up. Don't mind that. Hold your 
breath after each leg-stroke and you won't 
ship any water. After practicing the stroke 
a while your head will stay on top. Here's 
the stroke: Draw the knees up to your 
chest, only be sure they are as wide apart as 
possible or the stroke won't carry. When 
the knees are well back, give a kick or, rather, 
a shove, not with the tips of your toes but 
with the palms of your feet. If you will only 
remember to "kick with your heels" your 
foot-stroke will assume correct form of itself. 
To get the right leg-action always spread the 
knees wide when drawing them back for a 
stroke. Practice the complete leg-stroke for 

with better results. The "swimming in- 
structors" generally teach the breast-stroke 
first, which is most discouraging to the 
pupil and most profitable to the teacher. 

To swim on the back, using both arms 
and legs, simply sweep the arms through the 
water simultaneously with delivering the 
leg-kick, remembering all that has been said 
about arm and leg position. Even if you did 
not know any other but the back-stroke, 
which any one properly taught can learn in 
a lesson or two, you would have more 
benefit from it than from any other stroke. 
Floating will keep you above water for 
hours, and the back-stroke itself is swifter 
than the breast-stroke. You have fair speed 
and can swim against the heaviest sea 
with minimum effort. You can save another 



Back well straightened, head back and chin up, arms out at sides with palms down. 
This is the first thing to learn, that the water will float you. 

a while with your arms crossed behind your 
head, folded on your chest, or at the sides, 
and you will notice that the legs propel much 
better than the arms. Most beginners rely 
too much on their arms, though they are 
little good except for steering and as an 
auxiliary to the leg-stroke, which is the real 
motive power of the body. The finishing 
touch to the leg-stroke consists in bringing 
both legs together forcefully after the stroke. 
In delivering the stroke, the knees, being wide 
apart, force the feet still wider apart as the 
stroke is made, and after the kick the legs 
are like a half -opened pair of scissors. Close 
the "scissors" and you have the finishing 
touch of the leg-stroke. This little trick, by 
displacing quite a body of water between the 
legs, adds greatly to the momentum of the 
leg-kick and, properly performed, it increases 
the speed of swimming considerably. 
. I have taught you to float first to give you 
confidence, to show you that the water will 
and can support you if you only give it a 
chance to do so. I have taught you to swim 
first with your arms, then with your legs, 
while floating, since this is the least tiresome 
and most all-around useful stroke, and 
from which you can learn the other strokes 

from drowning by seizing him behind the 
back at the armpits and throwing yourself 
back into the floating position, with his 
back against your stomach and chest. To 
gain the shore, simply employ the leg-stroke. 
Husband your strength and take long, 
smooth strokes. See that your man is 
straightened out full length and that his 
head, like yours, is submerged to the ears. 


From the position of floating fling your- 
self over so that vour left side faces the bot- 
torn. Dig in with your right hand as far as 
you can reach in a straight line with your 
body. Move up this "oar" hand into 
position, with the palm toward your body 
and close enough to almost touch it. From 
your elbow to your finger-tips the right arm 
is submerged during this stroke, which 
covers generally two-thirds the length of the 
body, starting right below the nose and 
finishing almost over the knee. While the 
right hand goes forward to make the stroke, 
the left hand is just reaching forward, with 
the palm pointing to the bottom. This 
"reaching" of the left arm must be cor- 
rectly done, as all the "floating in motion" 



falls on the palm at that moment. On ac- 
count of the palm being put forward at 
arm's length it covers almost water enough 
for floating the whole body above the waist; 
and this is important, as the head must be 
continually above water during a properly 
executed side-stroke. The leg-action is 

a lurch forward so that it submerges com- 
pletely, the left side facing the bottom. 
This lurch means that the weight of the 
head is thrown into the momentum of the 
stroke, accelerating it considerably. While 
the head submerges the arm reaches as far 
out in a line with the body as possible, and 


An elaboration of the side stroke, and faster. The swimmer's face appears above the water to 

breathe only just as the elbow of the "oar" arm passes over it. One should 

master the side stroke before attempting this. 

practically the same as when swimming on 
the back, only more attention must be paid 
to the " jack-knife" trick to get a good 
action. In getting ready to strike, the knees 
should be brought well forward rather than 
outward. As your right hand is about to go 
back with its stroke, the right knee ought to 
almost touch the elbow. 


This is the speediest long-distance stroke 
in the world. Many regard it the most per- 

as the stroke is made the head pops up just 
as the elbow passes over it. Of course, only 
the right side of the face appears, hence a 
full breath must be taken quickly, or rather 
snatched with wide-open mouth. Breath- 
ing through the nose is insufficient for this 
high-pressure stroke. No sooner is the 
stroke completed than the hand reaches for- 
ward again and the head is once more 
thrown into the momentum of the stroke. 
The head only appears for the swimmer to 
breathe as the elbow passes over it in the 


The hardest stroke to learn and the fastest in the world. Both arms are reached forward out of the water, 

and the swimmer snatches a breath of air only as his right elbow passes his face in the 

propelling stroke. The leg action is the same as in the side stroke. 

feet stroke altogether. Practically, it is 
nothing but a side stroke, with the arms 
lifted clear out of the water. The motion 
makes the difference. The side stroke is a 
sweep from chin almost to knee; the over- 
arm stroke starts an arm's length in front 
of the head and sweeps down the body as 
far as the hand can reach. As the right or 
"oar" hand is thrown in, the head is given 

propelling stroke. A long, regular stroke, 
timed to suit the swimmer's normal breath- 
ing, is the ideal for long-distance. The arm, 
in swinging into the stroke, must not be 
brought over stiff, like an oar, which simply 
leads to splashing — and splashing, in swim- 
ming, as in rowing, means faulty action and 
misapplied power. The movement of the 
arm over the water should be leisurely, lax 



and easy, the elbow up and the finger-tips 
just trailing the surface. As the hand takes 
purchase on the water to deliver the stroke, 
power is applied. The idea is to save power 
where it is not needed. I have not men- 
tioned the leg-action and the left arm 
stroke, since these are'the same as in the 
side stroke. Of course, both the side and 
the overarm stroke may be swum alter- 
nately, with right and left hand acting as 
"oar"; I have confined myself to the right- 
hand position, which comes natural to 
most, so as not to confuse by overmuch 


This, the very swiftest of racing strokes, 
was originally imported from South 
America by Lieutenant Trudgeon, of the 
British Navy, and, of course, was named 
after him. He saw a certain tribe of Indians 
using a stroke which made them go as if 
urged by propellers through the water. 
Trudgeon studied the stroke and adapted it 
for home consumption. It is known popu- 
larly as the Indian stroke, and here it is 
usually swum with much splashing and 
quick strokes, though this is entirely con- 
trary to both Lieut. Trudgeon and the 
Indians, who insist on long, tugging strokes 
without splashing. This is true Trudgeon : 
Instead of floating on your back, bury your 
nose in the water and try to float face down- 
ward. The head must be well submerged. 
Reach forward in a straight line with your 
body with your right hand. Don't change 
the position of your body. Reach out over 
the water as far as you can, then dig in with 
your palm and sweep back as far as you can. 
As the elbow swings over your head, turn it 
deftly, so that the right side comes up, giv- 
ing you a chance to snatch a deep breath. 
Simultaneously with this right hand stroke 
a double stroke is delivered by the legs. 
The knees are drawn up under the abdomen 
and a kick is made backward and outward, 
followed by the "jack-knife" trick, already 
described. When this right hand stroke 
and double, leg-kick is completed, the left 
arm should be reaching forward, ready for 
action. The left arm stroke should be per- 
formed exactly like the right, only it is not 
assisted by leg-action, and is of chief value 
merely to prevent the swimmer from roll- 

ing over, and steering a straight course. The 
points to keep in mind are as follows : The 
head must be submerged all the time, ex- 
cept when breathing under the right elbow. 
Thus posed, the head will enable the rest of 
the body to skim over the surface, just well 
enough submerged for the feet to take pur- 
chase on the water in kicking. The arms 
are flung forward alternately from the 
shoulders, not stiff, but with a slight and 
easy bend. Each palm must dig in without 
a splash and must be whipped out of the 
water, after the stroke, with a sort of wallop. 
True Trudgeon sounds faintly like some- 
body pulling a foot out of sticky clay. 

It is the most rapid of all strokes but also 
the most fatiguing and it takes years of 
practice to master it. 


The head should be kept well above 
water. Hence, this stroke appeals to begin- 
ners, who somehow afterward experience 
difficulty in learning the more advantageous 
strokes. Gather the knees under the abdo- 
men. Gather the hands on the chest; the 
palms must touch the chest. You will sink 
unless somebody holds your chin up. Reach 
forward with both hands and kick back- 
ward with both legs at the same time. The 
palms must face the bottom. The kick 
must be with the heels and well outward and 
backward. Now, draw the knees up under 
the stomach for a new kick. As this is done 
the arms, which are extended palms down- 
ward, should be swept through the water 
with the palms turned vertical. Both arms 
must be kept perfectly straight and the 
sweep continues in a semicircle until the 
hands reach a position well back of the 
shoulder. Then use the elbow as a hinge 
on which to swing the right and left lower 
arm to the chest, so that the palms touch as 
before. Summary: Arms reach forward as 
legs kick back and outward. Palms down, 
so far. Arm stroke with palms vertical, as 
legs draw up to renew kick. 

The breast stroke is the most convenient 
for facing a very high sea and for continued 
swimming against it. It is not very fast 
but it does not tax one's strength heavily, 
and you are at all times able to see where 
you are going. 


Some of Their Peculiarities, and Some Facts to Bear in Mind 

in Dealing with Them 


enough among his fellows 

As these peculiari- 
ties affect many 
sportsmen who must 
perforce employ In- 
dians as guides or 
carriers, I purpose 
relating some experi- 
ences that deal with 
these peculiar people. 
In the first place, to 
be successful with 
Indians, one must 
possess a large stock 
of patience. It is also 
essential to have the 
knack of gaining 
their confidence, for 
if you lack either of 
these two necessary 
qualifications there is 
little use trying to get 
anything out of them ; 
for these sons of the 
forest can be silent 
as death when it suits 
them and seldom ut- 
ter more than a word 
or two in reply to the 
most comprehensive 

HE North American In- 
dian has always been a 
conundrum. He is a 
stoic of the most pro- 
nounced type — a man 
unmoved by joy or 
grief — who takes all 
things as they come, 
and as a matter of 
course. He is not com- 
municative to stran- 
gers, but loquacious 



A good Indian is a worker, not a talker ; 
while a shiftless, lazy one is generally pos- 
sessed of a larger proportion of speech. 

When on a trip, the hunter or fisherman 
generally has to have a guide, and in many 
parts of the country an Indian is often the 
only one who possesses the necessary 
knowledge. He cannot be picked out by 
his employer as one would under ordinary 
conditions select his help, but is usually 
recommended by some one who knows him. 
He comes to us, therefore, as a stranger, 
and each have to find out the peculiarities 

of the other. 

As we meet we 
salute him with an ex- 
tended hand and a 
"How do?" His 
hand greets ours with- 
out a word in return 
and — we do the shak- 
ing. If during this 
preliminary exchange 
of first courtesies his 
face is lighted up 
in a pleasant way, we 
may know that he 
has come in contact 
with his white broth- 
er a good deal, but if 
it retains its sphinx- 
like stolidity we can 
feel assured that he is 
one of the old type. 

The next move is 
ours. We inquire 
about the hunting — 
is it good this year 
around here ? 

"O-yes," is the 
answer, uttered in a 
one-syllable grunt. 
" Can you take 



us where there are any deer or moose?" 


"How far will we have to go for them ?" 

"There," and his arm sweeps a lengthy 
section of the horizon in front of us. 

"Oh, yes, we suppose so, but how many 
miles is it?" 

"Not far." 

"But don't you know how many miles 
we will have to go to get to where those 
deer and moose are?" 

"Oh, four — five — ten miles," is the in- 
definite yet exhaustive reply. He appears 
to have made a superhuman effort to 
answer our question, in that he had to 
speak four words too many. 

We then resolve to try a different line 
of questioning in our search for informa- 



tion, and so smile our pleasure at his 
last answer. 

"How long will it take us to get there?" 

"Not long." 

"Well, how many hours?" 

For answer to this he smiles in an 
ignorant way, as if he did not understand; 
so we pull out our watch, and say, "What 
time will we get there?" 


We now realize that he plans to keep us 
here all night, so that instead of pitching 
our camp to-day near the hunting grounds 
we will not make it until near a day later; 
and our guide is chuckling to himself that 
he will have another half day to rest, and 
full pay for it besides. 

But we must submit peacefully, for there 
is no use to complain against the Indian's 
procrastination, who believes to-morrow is 
just as good as to-day. And, after all, may 
he not be right? And what does he think 
of us and our hurry ? 

We are at last in the virgin forest. 
Michel, our Indian, leads the way. His 
noiseless tread is no mythical saying, for 
no matter whether he is walking on dead 
twigs or moss, his steps make no noise. 
His eyes are alternately switching from 
the ground in front to the never-ending 
maze of trees, ahead. Now and then he 
picks up a leaf, or presses his fingers into 
an apparently invisible track of the game 
ahead. As these indications increase, our 
interest becomes greater. Our caution 
inadvertantly is relaxed and a twig snaps 
beneath our feet. The noise to us is slight, 
but the look we get from the pathfinder 
convinces us that we had better be more 

Michel's hunting faculties are aroused. 
His nose is sniffing the air like a well-bred 
setter's while his eyes indicate that they 
are taking in everything in their range. 

Now he stops — his hand is lifted as a 
caution to stand still. It seems like an 
hour, but perhaps it is not more than a 
minute until he turns on us, muttering 
something like, "Take that off!" 

A glance shows us that we are too con- 
spicuous, for our hunting-coat is one of the 
reversible kind, and we have overlooked the 
fact that it was turned earlier in the morn- 
ing to shield us from a passing shower. 


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The coat is taken off and reversed, then 
we want to know what he has seen. 

For answer, he shakes his head in that 
peculiar, uncertain way so suggestive, and 
which to an Indian is better than words. 

"Was it a deer?" we ask. 


"I thought you were tracking a moose ?" 

now ascending a hill, which he examines 
closely. He is giving more attention to the 
signs on the ground, turning over leaves 
not yet dried out by the sun, pressing his 
fingers into almost invisible indentations 
in the soil, his eyes nevertheless patrolling 
the forest in all directions. 
Then he drops on his knees before 


is our way of seeking a more satisfactory 

"Mebbe," and off he starts. 

Soon he points to where a number of 
small twigs have been nipped off, and 
mutters, "Moose!" 

We catch his arm and whisper, "Fresh 
— done to-day?" 

"Some day!" and we feel that it would 
be some satisfaction if these short answers 
would stick crosswise in his throat. 

Along a few steps farther Michel picks 
up some moose droppings, holds a handful 
to feel their warmth, smells them to detect 
their freshness, and pitches the lot over his 
shoulder — we suppose for luck. We are 

another pile of droppings. He examines 
part of it, and we gather up the remainder. 
It is warm to the touch and has a fresh 

"Half an hour ago, eh, Michel?" we 

"Mebbe!" is all we can get for an 

" Do you think he is far ahead ? " 

"Don't know." 

Then it may so chance that, of a sudden, 
the Indian's face broadens to the heartiest 
smile we have ever seen it assume, and 
following his extended arm we behold it 
pointing to a cow and a bull moose, 
grazing 150 yards away. These he had un- 



doubtedly been watching during the time We arrived at the prearranged camping 

he had exchanged the preceding questions place on the last day of October, but no 

and answers with us. Indians met us. We thought that perhaps 

What was his object in giving these something unavoidable had happened, 

evasive answers ? What did he hope to that they would be along the next morning, 

gain by them ? November 1 — still no Indians. Evening 

We can only assume that he thought it found us watching and waiting for their 

better to keep the facts from us until he arrival. Neither did the second morning 

had the objects of the chase before us. In bring any word or sign of their coming, but 

this way he had 
shielded himself 
against possible fail- 
ure in finding the 
game, and likewise 
kept the hunter igno- 
rant of his where- 
abouts until it was 
time to shoot. Let us 
hope the white man's 
aim does credit to 
such skilful guiding. 

An Indian's craft- 
iness is generally ad- 
mitted, but I never 
gave him credit to 
the extent that one 
displayed when he 
exercised it on a hunt- 
ing party with whom 
I went into the woods 
last fall. 

Some correspon- 
dence with a resident 
in the deer country 
resulted in our get- 
ting the name of an 
Indian guide who 
could take us into a 


along about 4 o'clock 
in the afternoon they 
leisurely pulled into 

We asked for ex- 
planations. Why did 
they not get here for 
the first of Novem- 

The head guide 
produced our letter, 
wherein we said," We 
want your services 
from November 1, 
etc., etc." They had 
left home that day, 
and had taken the 
two days to reach us. 
We pointed out that 
the Indian Reserve 
was not twenty miles 
from where we were 
camped; that one day 
was ample to cover 
the distance; and not- 
withstanding all this, 
they should have 
been on hand two 
days earlier. At this 

good section for game, and find it for us they apparently became offended and said 

if necessary. A letter addressed to this they were going home, 

particular guide was answered in the short We did not want to be without guides, 

sentence style that is characteristic of the so said we would overlook the delay and 

tribe, and which told us he would be at would take them from now until the end 

our service for the open season. A further 
letter was sent him containing specific 
instructions. In it we said we wanted 
his services from November 1, and to get 
another Indian to help him, as we would 
go into camp at Lake Kahweamekong on 
October 31. The letter was worded so as 
not to leave any doubt about the time and 
place, and we started out full of hopes that 
we could begin our hunt as soon as the season 

of our hunt. 

" Don't think we go with you," was the 
first one's answer. 

"We can hunt here — make more money," 
continued the other. 

Whether this was an idle threat, or an 
actual conclusion they had come to, we 
did not then know, but it set us thinking 

So our spokesman said: 

"We want you with us. You agreed to 



act as our guides and we purpose making 
you stick to your bargain." 

This was said in a very determined way. 
Both Indians looked from one to the other 
and smiled. Then the elder spoke up : 

"You not make us. You say we break 
bargain. All right. That settled. We come 
from now on at three dollars a day. You 
pay for two days we comin'. You not 
agree, we go huntin' here." 

This was a poser. They had evidently 
broken the agreement purposely, so that 
they might make a new one at fifty cents a 
day more than they first asked. They also 
wanted full pay for the two days they were 
behind, and which we lost, and if we did not 
agree to give them all they asked they would 
hunt over the same ground as we had 
arranged to cover. 

There were only two things open for us 
to do — accept their terms or find another 
hunting ground. The former was distaste- 
ful, and the latter meant that our trip would 
be spoiled. 

We discussed the matter, pro and con, 

among ourselves, and finally, but reluctantly, 
agreed to meet their demands. At the 
same time we felt that we should not get 
much game. In the end we were pleasantly 
surprised, for the Indians worked well in- 
deed and we got all the deer and moose we 
wanted, and could have had as many more 
had not our sporting ethics bid us call a 

This narrative shows how unreliable 
Indian guides can be at times, and while my 
experience with the brown guides has 
proven that they are fairly honorable, it 
has also shown me that some of them can 
be as crooked as a spiral spring when it 
suits them to be so. The best way, and the 
only safe one, is to know your man. This 
you cannot do at first off. But once you 
form an acquaintance with a fairly good 
guide, stick to him. You will find he im- 
proves as he comes to know you as a friend. 
Then, too, shall you find him more com- 
panionable and given to favoring you in 
little modest ways that will endear him to 
you for all time. 


From the Utilitarian Standpoint 

(Copyright, 1906, by Charles A. Bramble) 

II. — Tents, Tepees and Other Shelters 

ERY often the best tent 
is none at all. Napoleon 
found that his troops 
were more healthy 
bivouacking under the 
stars than when he 
forced them to sleep in 
crowded tents. If you 
have plenty of wood, 
and your journey is 
through a forest-covered 
country, you need not 
worry much about a 
tent, but in the open and where fuel is 
scarce a wind-proof shelter of some kind is 
necessary to comfort, and even existence in 
winter time. 

Some years ago, when I was taking my 
first lessons in woodcraft, I was told not to 
take a closed tent into the woods in winter, 
or I should suffer severely. This seemed 
strange advice, but as my informant was 
evidently in earnest, and, moreover, a most 
experienced man, I left my little tent behind, 
though not without some misgivings, and 
plunged into the snow-smothered forest. 
The temperature often fell to far below zero, 
yet I had no cause for complaint, and under 
the same conditions should not now dream 
of packing a tent, be it ever so light. 

In the first place, we had nothing but our 
blankets, provisions and a few axes and 
kettles to carry on our toboggans, a matter 
of moment when you have to haul all your 
outfit on small toboggans in the track made 
by your snowshoes. Hardened trappers 
and very muscular men can at a pinch haul 
a load of 200 pounds for several miles, but 
even such much prefer a load of half that 
weight, and the average young athlete — 
gymnasium trained — will find seventy-five 
pounds quite enough for fun. In cold 

weather the toboggan does not do the glid- 
ing act, except when you are descending a 
steep hill and would rather it did not: 
generally the snow is as gritty as sand, and 
as I write I seem to hear the crunching and 
the creaking of the straining sled, and almost 
find my breath coming in pants because of 
the exertion of the hour. These are the 
moments when the woods wanderer realizes 
the comfort that is to be got out of some 
things — if you have only not brought them. 
So let us agree, that in a forest- covered 
country where there is an abundance of 
fuel one can get along quite comfortably in 
winter without a tent, or at most with a 
couple of strips of light drill, high enough 
to make a wind-break. The winter camp 
in the North is made thus: The snow is 
shoveled aside with the snowshoes, and 
banked up at the rear and sides of the en- 
campment; some poles are cut and stuck 
into the snow leaning toward the place 
the fire is to occupy, brush laid against 
them as a thatch, and then a fire is made 
that would roast an ox whole. Once the 
fire is well lit, the face of the wilderness 
undergoes a great and inspiring change. 
Where all was white and desolate now is 
glowing and homelike. You spread a few 
boughs, fir for choice, beneath your lean-to, 
and then, wrapping yourself in your tattered 
old gray or blue blankets, sleep far more 
soundly than you might back home. What 
matter if the mercury in the bulb be frozen , 
and the trees crack like pistol shots with 
the frost? You have but to rise every two 
or three hours and roll another dry pine 
log on the embers and Jack Frost will have 
no further terrors for you, that night at least. 
The foregoing applies to rough and ready 
camping. When conditions are not quite so 
arduous it is better to carry two or more 



canvas lean-tos, made as follows: For a party 
of four, five or six, take sufficient drilling to 
make two half tents, nine feet long by five 
feet high, with the ends closed in by tri- 
angular pieces. These should be pitched 
facing one another, with the fire between. 
For a very luxurious winter camp it is 
better to carry a third strip twelve feet long 
and five feet high, to stretch along the wind- 
ward side of the fire. So, if the wind is 
blowing from the west, as it generally 
does in cold weather, the two half tents 
are pitched facing north and south respect- 
ively, and the wind-break stretched from 
north to south and to windward of the fire. 

Such open camps presuppose, however, 
that there is an abundance of wood at 
hand and that the axe is swung vigorously. 

The Indian loveth not to exert himself, 
hence he invented the tepee. For its own 
particular purpose, and especially in> a 
prairie country where ponies are available 
for packing, the tepee is simply ideal. 

<ry one who k:is attended the circus in 
his youth — and who has not? — must re- 
member the tepee. It is often, in fact 
usually, pitched in the side show and is the 
resort for purposes of rest and refreshment 
of the fat lady, the wild man from Borneo, 
and the gentleman with the rubber skin. 
So it will not, I am sure, be necessary for me 
to describe minutely the outside appearance 
of the tepee. Beyond saying that it re- 
sembles the old-fashioned extinguisher that 
was used with tallow candles when I was 
a boy, and is undoubtedly so used yet in 
certain benighted countries, I shall pass on 
to its construction. 

The true tepee of the plains is made by 
cutting long willow or cottonwood poles 
and leaning them together in the form of 
a ring, the butts being spread sufficiently 
to enclose a circle of some sixteen feet. 
This frame was covered with buffalo or 
deer skins to within a few feet of the apex, 
where an opening was left to serve as a 
chimney. A cowl, of tanned hide, could be 
affixed to windward of the opening, and a 
door formed by a slit in one of the walls 
permitted ingress and egress to this dwelling 
of the nomad. Inside a little fire of dried 
buffalo chips would keep the braves, their 
squaws and pappooses from freezing, 
though the everlasting smoke generally 

gave them bleared and watery eyes. It is 
quite possible to make a tepee that will not 
trouble its occupants with smoke, but the 
Indian objected so little to the discomfort 
of the smoke that he rarely took sufficient 
pains to ensure a good draft. By making 
the covering in two tiers and letting the 
upper overlap the lower, leaving an air 
passage between, the smoke can escape and 
the ventilation of the tepee is much im- 
proved, but the warmth is not quite so 

The tepee ' is crept east, and is used 
to-day by the idians living north of Lake 
Superior and l ven as far east as Quebec — 
but only where they can travel for long 
distances without too many portages; and 
the covering is in these cases made of 
canvas or drill but never of hides. Such 
tepees are far inferior to the tepee of the 
Sioux or the Blackfoot. 

For my own use I have come to the plain 
''A" tent, just a wedge of drilling with 
square ends and no ropes or complications 
of any kind. The size I take when travel- 
ing with Indians is six feet long, five feet 
wide and six feet high. My men always 
have their separate shelter, which is usually 
of the most primitive description, as they 
rarely bother to pitch a tent in fine summer 
weather. Men who have slept out in the 
open night after night in January are quite 
ready to accept whatever a summer night 
may have to offer in the way of chill. 

This little tent if pitched carefully will 
shed the heaviest rain that I have encoun- 
tered. Once on the height of land south 
of Hudson Bay I was kept in by a twenty- 
four-hour downfall that raised the rivers 
almost to spring level and yet the tent did 
not leak. Only you must be very careful 
not to touch it; should you do so a leak will 
be established which will continue to in- 
crease and be an annoyance to you until the 
tent is thoroughly dry once more. I have 
used a tent of this description in the forest 
and on the plains of the Northwest, as well 
as far up the slopes of the Rockies, and 
it has never yet failed to give satisfaction. 

One point I look upon as important, and 
yet it might escape the attention of a novice. 
To stretch the tent as it should be stretched 
you must have a good ridge pole; so I have 
round openings at either end of the tent 



just below the ridge, through which I pass 
a stout young tree-trunk altogether out of 
proportion .to the size of the habitation it 
is to support. This will not sag. The tent 
poles may be either inside or out; I gener- 
ally prefer them long enough to cross one 
another, thus making a fork in which the 
ends of the ridge pole rest. Of course, in 
this case, the tent poles must be four in 
number and placed outside the tent. 
This method also gives more room in- 
side. I do not care for a rope support, 
though such a method of hanging a tent 
does well enough for a night or so, should 
neither rain nor wind intervene between 
dusk and dawn. 

' At the foot of each seam in the drilling I 
sew a stout whipcord loop, about six inches 
long. Through these I drive improvised 
' tent pegs — if the tent needs a bracer, I tie 
one of the tump lines, or pack ropes, to 
the ridge pole and also to some near-by 
tree or bush. 

The weight of these one-man tents is 
just three and a-half pounds, and the cost 
may vary from $2.50 to $4, according to 
where you have it made. The life of such 
a shelter is about six months' steady wear, 
day after day, and with frequent puttings 
up and takings down — at least that is the 
average with mine, but I do not recollect 
one that died a natural death, if I may be 
permitted the expression. They all came 
to grief either by fire or water, or by woods 
or deer mice. I lost one nearly new one by 
wrapping up some bacon in it and going off 
for the night to visit a surveyor's camp some 
two miles across the prairie. The man I 
sent next morning to fetch it said he killed 
sixty deer mice in it, but by the look of the 
remnant some five hundred odd must have 
escaped his boot heel. 

A tent of drilling that will hold four men 
comfortably should not weigh more than 
ten pounds. I would not take a canvas 
tent on a long, difficult trip, as such tents 
weigh too much, but for a stationary en- 
campment they are, perhaps, to be pre- 
ferred to those of less substantial material. 
Even so, a tent of drilling with a fly will 
weigh less than one of heavy canvas and 
keep out more cold or heat. 

The tent is peculiarly the habitation of 
the wandering Anglo-Saxon, and many 

other races have excellent substitutes for it. 
In the East Indies I have slept under a 
shelter made of the leaves of the talipot 
palm, that shed heavy tropical rain better, 
or at least as well, as a slate roof. When a 
lot of natives are traveling each one carries 
a large single leaf of this palm. At night 
six poles with forks are cut and driven into 
the ground, three at each end of the pro- 
posed shelter, the two center ones being the 
longest to serve as supports for the ridge 
pole. Three long, straight poles are laid on 
these six crotches and the talipot leaves 
used as a thatch. Roaring fires are built 
opposite each side and end to keep away 
wild beasts, and a more comfortable en- 
campment no man need ask for. But such 
a shelter would not do for a Canadian 
winter camp, as the fire would be too far 
away and there is nothing to break the 
force of the wind. 

When one has decided to remain in any 
one locality for a few weeks it is often best 
to build a rough log cabin. Four men will 
build a good one in a day, and then you 
may bid defiance to every storm that blows. 
But do not copy the absurd cabins seen in 
various works purporting to instruct the 
tyro in the art of woodcraft. There is 
absolutely no need to have the walls as 
high as those of a small house, and such 
a camp takes far too long to build and is, 
moreover, difficult to heat. For a double 
log camp, make the walls four feet high at 
the sides, with the twin ridge poles not over 
six feet in the clear. Have your door at 
one end and your open fireplace in the 
center, with bunks just far enough from it 
to allow the cook fair play, but not so far 
that you cannot enjoy the grateful heat as 
you lie smoking the evening pipe and yarn- 
ing with your companions. A sheathing 
of birchbark adds greatly to the warmth of 
such a camp, but bark will not peel well after 
July, so that it is not always possible to so 
finish a camp. 

A single log camp to hold two, or three 
men at most is made as follows : A straight 
wall of logs some six feet high is built, the 
other three sides being composed of log 
walls not more than three feet in height. 
The door is cut out of one side, and poles 
laid from the back to the front at a fairly 
steep slant. The roof and ends above the 



low log walls are made of birch or spruce 
bark, weighted with logs and stones. A 
fireplace and chimney are built of cedar 
splits with a coating of clay, if such be pro- 
curable, though if not one can get along 
without; but in that case be very sure to 
keep a bucket of water handy to quench 
your cedar chimney whenever it catches. 
You will want a door, which is soon made 
out of riven cedar shakes, hung on home- 
made pintles. In such a camp I have slept 
when the mercury was out of business in 
the bulb and yet been so warm that I pre- 
ferred being in my shirt sleeves. These 
camps must, however, be built while bark 
will peel, as it is the great reflecting power 
of clean birch bark that makes them so 

On the prairie the prevailing style of 
architecture is the dugout. This is older 
than the Gothic or even the Grecian, but is 
not so beautiful as either the one or the 
other. The dugout is, however, practical 
and simple. You choose a steep bank and 
then burrow. If the soil is sandy and the 
weather nice and dry, you get along quite 
comfortably, but a clay bank after a long 
spell of heavy rain is not a suitable habita- 
tion for a person of fastidious tastes. 

The art of making oneself comfortable 
comes easily to some men; others never 
seem to acquire it. I have known hunters 
who had grown grizzled in the bush who 
could not make a decent camp, while others 
seemed to do so by instinct. But of all the 
hundreds of men I have camped with in 
various climes, two stand out preeminently. 
Strangely enough both these men came 
from the same province — New Brunswick. 

I do not recollect just now to whom I would 
award the credit of being the very worst 
camp maker of my acquaintance, but a 
young cockney who once acted as my 
" packer" in the Rockies must, at any rate, 
be very near the bottom of the list. This 
unfortunate always seemed to pick upon 
the most boulder strewn gulley in which to 
pitch the one miserable, tattered, mildewed 
tent he had supplied for the party. I am 
certain I did not average seven hours' sleep 
a week while out with him. 

Indians are sometimes very good hands 
at camping, but their ideas and ours do not 
coincide until they have had a season or 
two with the palefaces. An Indian is so 
splendidly "hard" that he can stand an 
amount of discomfort that would tell on a 
white man without being aware that he is 
inconvenienced. Even in cold weather 
they will not get up to put logs on the fire, 
sleeping peacefully, with limbs uncovered, 
in an atmosphere many degrees below the 
freezing point. They like to sit up and get 
up late, and when traveling in parties rarely 
seek slumber before midnight, and often 
do not break camp until nine o'clock in 
the morning. But when they do start they 
make up for lost time. You may always 
tell an Indian canoe by the rapid swing 
of the paddles, which average many more 
strokes per minute than those wielded by 
white men. Personally, I like to get off 
early, and never, if I can help it, let dark 
overtake me with my camp half made. It is 
misery intensified when one is creeping and 
crawling through the brush, looking for dry 
wood, or stumbling from the creek with a 
kettle of water in either hand. 

{To be continued.) 




Or an Inexpensive Way of Seeing Colorado 

HE days of the summer 
vacation season were 
over, and already the 
tan of camp and sea- 
shore was beginning to 
give place to the city 
bleach, when two men 
met on Broadway with 
a mutual expression of 
pleasure and a hearty 
grip of the hand. 

"How fit you look, 
old man," exclaimed 
one. "Where have you been and what have 
you been doing to get yourself in such trim ? ' ' 
"Been off to the wilds, Tom," replied his 
friend, "back to the simple life. No more 
bandbox life in a seashore summer cottage 
for mine. I've had the vacation of my life 
at about one-third of the cost of our usual 

Tom looked interested. 
"Say, look here, Billy, if you've found 
any kind of a summer vacation that don't 
cost a man all he's saved up for a year back 
I want the receipt." 

"All right, old man, and welcome. Been 
to lunch ? No ? Come on, then ; the fact is, 
I'm dying to tell you all about it." 

In a cool corner of the club, over a sub- 
stantial luncheon, to which Tom noticed 
that Billy did full justice, the latter burst 
forth enthusiastically: 

"I tell you, Tom, there's nothing like it. 
I am a new man, mentally, morally and 
physically, and my wife and the kids are 
similarly rejuvenated." 

"Oh, did you have your family with 

"Sure. That's all the fun. You see, it 
was like this. Phil and Ethel have been in 
college this year, both working pretty hard, 
and my wife thought when vacation time 
came they ought to have a good rest. Sum- 
mer hotels and seashore cottages did not 

seem to appeal to us, for, as Carrie said, if we 
went to either one it would be nothing but 
dress and dance and flirt for the kids and no 
rest for any of us. I wanted them to live an 
out-of-door life this summer and have a good 
time — and at the same time not cost me a 
fortune — and so I did a lot ol quiet thinking. 
You know I came from the West, and some- 
how or other the Rockies had been calling 
me for quite a while, so as soon as Phil and 
Ethel got home I proposed that we take our 
vacation in Colorado. That seemed to 
please them all right, and as a special treat 
to Phil I suggested that Ned Armstrong, 
Phil's chum and a fine boy, of whom we are 
all fond, should be a member of the party. 

"All the time I had my little plan up my 
sleeve, but said nothing about it until we 
got to Denver. When I sprung it you just 
should have heard those kids shout ! A trip 
to Europe wouldn't have been in it for a 
moment with my suggestion. I've got the 
jolliest family in the world, anyhow. Carrie 
is the very best of good companions, 
Ethel is a happy, whole-souled, outdoors 
kind of a girl, and Phil — well, Phil is a chip 
off the old block when it comes to the out- 
door life." 

"You bet he is, Billy. But drive on. I'm 
anxious to hear this great plan of yours." 

Billy grinned. 

"My own scheme," he said, proudly. 
"Camping party, seeing the country and 
traveling hotel all in one. Hold on, I'll 
explain. You see, I was a cattleman once, 
and I thought then there never was such fun 
as traveling with the round-up. That gave 
me the idea. I thought why not travel 
through the mountains of Colorado by 
wagon ? Well, when the folks all approved 
of my scheme we set to work at once. After 
a good deal of dickering around we suc- 
ceeded in finding a good, strong, reliable 
team of horses, accustomed to mountain 
travel, and a light, strong wagon, which I 



had sent up to the back yard of our boarding 
place immediately. 

"That night Phil and I set to work. 
Along each side of the wagon-box we built 
a long box, running the whole length of the 
wagon, about one foot high and fourteen 
inches wide. The box on one side we 
divided into small compartments for differ- 
ent kinds of provisions. That on the other 
side we divided into two parts, one for 
clothing, extra shoes, etc. ; the other for bed- 
ding. We made a strong, substantial lid 
for each box, fitted with catches and hinges, 
upholstered them with curled hair and old 
comforters and covered them over on the 
outside with gay colored chintz, making 
along each side of the wagon a long, com- 
fortable seat. In the front of the wagon we 
put up a shelf which held a lantern, a look- 
ing-glass, places for toilet articles and a row 
of brackets in which we fastened an axe, a 
hatchet, a wrench, a screw-driver, a saw 
and a cotton bag filled with assorted nails 
and screws. At the back of the wagon-bed 
we fitted up a rack for water-pails, feed and 
halters, and underneath the wagon construct- 
ed a sort of a shallow cupboard for cooking 
utensils. A small tent and a sheet-iron camp 

stove fitted neatly and compactly under the 
driver's seat; a pick and a shovel, two camp 
chairs, a tin wash-basin and a kit of enam- 
eled dishes packed neatly under the shelf in 
the front of the wagon. We put a light 
waterproof cover with side curtains over the 
top, and there we were, all complete — a 
traveling summer hotel on wheels. 

"While Phil and I were busy with the 
wagon my wife and Ethel — both of whom 
are born campers — were no less busy at 
other things. Carrie had undertaken the 
commissary arrangements for the expedi- 
tion, and experience proved to us that she 
was pretty good at the job. She was wise 
enough to select such provisions as con- 
tained the most nourishment and the least 
weight and waste. Sweet things are not 
much use in a camping party, and these she 
avoided, depending on the wild berries 
that grow so abundantly in the mountains 
and on oranges, dried fruits, nuts and raisins, 
for deserts. Of cereals, particularly oatmeal, 
she laid in a good supply, for the active 
outdoor life necessitates a strong cereal diet. 
Potatoes, flour, crackers, chocolate, a side 
of bacon, a large boiled ham, large quanti- 
ties of rice, a big supply of canned soups, 

loafing about the camp and enjoying the quiet 

v fife? 

we passed through country that day such as I had never dreamed oj 

canned tomatoes, corn and peas, some dried 
onions, a large sack of beans and the where- 
withal to cook them palatably, salt, sugar, 
coffee and tea, plenty of the best brands of 
condensed cream and milk, a big jar of but- 
ter solidly packed in wet cloths and salt and 
a few cans of jam and preserved fruits for 
hasty lunches, comprised the greater part of 
our provisions. For fresh milk, eggs and 
vegetables we depended on the country 
through which we were to travel, and for 
fresh meat and fish on the ranchers and our 
fish-lines. We took ten loaves of bread as a 
starter, but very soon had to depend on 
biscuit, gems and "duff," for towns were 
few and far between and bread impossible 
to obtain. 

"We packed our provisions in the 
lockers, filled up the boxes along the side 
with plenty of bedding and blankets and the 
few clothes we were to take with us, stowed 
a couple of wire cots between the seats, 
slung the tent poles by leather straps along 
the side of the wagon and there we were, all 
ready to start. 

"We left Denver early in the morning, 
and I shall never forget that first day out. 
We rode all day through fertile meadows 
and green, rolling plains, and by night had 
reached the mountains and took our way up 
a fragrant, fern-lined canon, where, beside 
the roaring mountain stream, we made our 

first camp. Phil and I pitched the tent 
while Ned and Ethel gathered up firewood, 
and Carrie fixed up the stove and prepared 
to start the dinner. You see we had ar- 
ranged that each member of the party 
should take his or her share of the work. 
By the time the tent was up, the horses fed, 
watered and turned out to graze, the camp 
stove in place and the fire started, we were a 
mighty hungry party. I went down to the 
stream and caught a nice mess of trout; 
Carrie made some of her fine biscuits, Ethel 
made the coffee and we had a dinner out 
there on the grass of that Colorado canon 
that beat any I have ever eaten elsewhere. 

"It was a bright moonlight night and after 
dinner Ned built up a big camp-fire, Ethel 
brought out her mandolin and Carrie her 
guitar, and we sat around the camp-fire 
singing and talking until near midnight. 

"We were up early the next morning, how- 
ever, and after a good breakfast packed up 
and started on up the canon. Talk about 
scenery! I tell you that is the only way to 
see the Rocky Mountains. I thought I knew 
Colorado scenery pretty well, but we passed 
through country that day such as I had 
never dreamed of, and such, I honestly 
believe, as is not to be equaled anywhere 
else in the world. 

"When we came to any particularly fine 
bit of scenery we would draw the team to 



the side of the road, get out and sit on the 
grass, wander about, explore a bit, take pic- 
tures and enjoy the place to our fill before 
we moved on. Carrie had arranged her 
provisions so that no cooking should be 
done at noon : a special basket was packed 
after the morning meal, containing a cold 
lunch that could be eaten as we drove along 
in the wagon or as we lay on the grass under 
the trees, or be carried to some particularly 
attractive spot along the way. 

" When we got tired of riding in the wagon 
we left one of the party to drive, while the 
rest of us walked; many a day I fished for 
miles along the stream while my wife drove. 
Ned and Phil fished and sometimes Ethel 
tramped along with them or lay on the 
beds in the wagon and read or slept. 

"Sometimes we remained for three or 
four days at a time at the one camp, fishing, 
hunting, exploring the surrounding country, 
climbing among the mountains or merely 
loafing about the camp and enjoying the 
quiet and the sigh and scent of the pines. 

"If we felt like driving on we did, if we 
felt like stopping we stopped. We had no 
set destination, no set time or plans. Life 
was to us one long, idle dream, in which we 
did just as we liked, went just where we 
pleased and when we pleased. 

"Our portable hotel proved to be the * 
most comfortable kind of a shelter in 
inclement weather ; with everything packed 
away snug and shipshape in its own com- 
partment we could jog along without fear of 
anything getting wet. Some of the jolliest 
times were spent in the camp-wagon, sing- 
ing songs and telling stories while the rain 
beat a merry tattoo on our cozy shelter. 

"As we got farther up into the mountains 
the country about us grew grander and 
wilder and more picturesque with every 
mile. But though the grades were pretty 
steep it was a singular and noticeable fact 
that the roads were always hard, smooth 
and in the most excellent condition. Still, 

in some place it was pretty stiff pulling for 
one team and to save the horses we made 
our journeys shorter and our stops longer. 
That was no sacrifice to us, however, for the 
fishing grew better and better, and the 1/ 
and I kept the camp supplied with trout. 
In this way we traveled through the whole 
Front Range, loafing along, resting and 
traveling when we pleased. 

"We were out four weeks, and I just tell 
you, Tom, I never had as much fun in any 
four weeks of my life. We all came back as 
well and happy and husky and brown as a 
bunch of Gypsies. We had had the time of 
our lives, seen some of the grandest scenery 
that lies out of doors, traveled something 
over three hundred miles in a wagon, and 
what do you think it had cost us ? " 

"Five hundred dollars?" 

"Not on your fife. Less than two hun- 
dred and fifty, and most of that for the rail- 
road ride that was the least enjoyable part 
of the trip. We had secured the use of the 
team and wagon from a ranchman for $2 a 
day, and he was glad enough to get a check 
for $50 on the spot. Our provisions cost us 
about $30, grain and hay for the horses 
about $20, and, aside from our fare to and 
from Denver, our only other expenses were 
for little luxuries that we bought at the few 
towns we passed through on our way. We 
had no servants' wages to pay that month, 
no gas bills, laundry bills, water tax, car- 
fare or incidentals, and had spent no money 
for clothes. The five of us had lived for four 
weeks on a little over a hundred dollars, we 
had had an outing that none of us will ever 
forget, and that had put us all in fighting 
trim for another year. 

"Next year we mean to repeat the experi 
ment nearer home, which will make the trip 
cost much less, and already we are laying our 
plans and looking for an outfit to make 
the driving trip through the Adirondacks. 
Better join us next year, Tom; you can't 
beat it for a summer vacation." 


Shooting Antelope at Long Range on the Plains of South 



N THE great ranching 
country along the 
South Saskatchewan, 
and particularly in the 
immediate vicinity of 
Pony Butte, may be 
seen, even at this day, 
hundreds of the fleetest 
of fleetgame, the prong- 
horned antelope. Here 
the sportsman whose 
experience has " been 
wide may find that he 
has quite a bit to learn 
of rifle shooting. 

On my trip in that country after antelope, 
two bronchos to a four-seated s\ ring wagon, 
three saddle-horses and four rifles consti- 
tuted our outfit as we left the ranch and 
started out over the rolling plain. As far as 
the eye could reach in every direction there 
was not a bush, much less a tree, in sight, 
and the light brown billowy hills of buffalo 
grass rolled away to the horizon. 

We had driven possibly seven miles in the 
direction of Pony Butte, when suddenly we 
sighted a band of seven or eight antelope, 
standing on a hillside watching us. They 
were about 800 yards distant, and the best 
we could do was to make them run while we 
fired, until they disappeared from view 
over the hill. 

I then mounted my horse, as did two of 
the cowboys, while the other, my friend 
Elmer, remained with the wagon, and we 
rode carefully among the hills. The ante- 
lope were very wild and it was not easy to 
get closer than 700 or 800 yards, which, with 
the wind blowing hard most of the time, 
made a successful shot very difficult. Dur- 
ing the day we saw at least 300 of the fleet 
little fellows; each of us had a number of 
long shots, but without success. 
The sun was getting low, so after feeding 

our horses, and incidentally ourselves, w r e 
started back to the shanty, which now 
looked like a speck on the plain. The sad- 
dle-horses were tied behind the wagon and 
we all piled in. As we drove along near the 
crest of a ridge I stood up to look over it, 
and to my great surprise I caught sight of a 
band of thirty or forty antelope feeding 
quietly beside a lake. We jumped out 
quickly, two of the cowboys going around 
the side of the hill so as to get a good shot as 
the band ran by, and Elmer and I went to 
the other end of the hill, about 300 yards 
distant from the quarry, and opened fire. 
At my first shot, which missed, the band 
wheeled into line and started around the 
edge of the lake in the direction of the other 
hunters. They were now running in an old 
buffalo trail, one behind the other, and 
Elmer took what he thought to be very care- 
ful aim at the leader. When the rifle 
cracked the third one in the line fell out and 
two or three following fell over the dead one. 
As the antelope passed between the cowboys 
and the lake, they emptied their rifles at 
them, killing but one. Of course they all 
killed this one, although it was struck by 
but one shot. 

During this first day's hunt I had tried 
every way to get near enough to the quarry 
with my horse; had tried walking along on 
the far side of the pony, or at times had 
tried to head the antelope off when they 
would attempt to run by me, by riding at 
full speed until I saw they were going past, 
and then stopping short, jumping to the 
ground and firing. I arrived at the conclu- 
sion that the best way was on foot, for if a 
band once saw you it was almost impossible 
to get close enough to shoot with any chance 
of hitting. 

The two antelope we killed created quite 
astir, at the ranch; the cowboys had been 
hunting for five days prior to my arrival, 



though without success. Every one who had 
a gun or could borrow one resolved to join 
us on the morrow. One of the crowd, Tom 
Bolton, told me he had been ranching three 
winters, during which time he had shot at 
least 300 times, but had yet to taste a piece 
of antelope. 

Daylight next morning found us well out 
in the antelope country, where we hunted 
until dark, and although we had a number 
of long-range shots, not a single antelope 
was killed. This discouraged some of the 
boys, and the following day just Tom Bol- 
ton and myself started out, I promising to 
get him a successful shot. We rode out to 
the buttes and picketed our horses, and then 
went on foot, looking carefully over each 
hill in turn, until finally I saw a very large 
band feeding out on a flat. I crawled up 
behind a badger's den and counted 137 
animals. They were fully 1,500 yards off, 
and as there was no possibility of getting 
nearer, Tom fired two or three shots at 
them. They separated and went in three 
different directions. We followed the band 
that went in the direction nearest the ranch, 
but stood no chance of getting close to them 
until they got in among the buttes. 

After a time we saw a lone antelope feed- 
ing on a hillside, but it took us quite a little 
while to get within range. Bolton was so 
sure of him that he missed, but as the ante- 
lope dashed down the hill a second shot 
broke both his hind legs. It was really 
pitiful to hear him bleat when we went up 
to kill him, but the cowboy declared he had 
paid well for the privilege. 

It was getting late, so after cleaning our 
quarry and skinning the head, which I car- 
ried in my hand, we started back to the 
horses, now at least five miles distant. By 
the time we reached them it was too dark to 
return for the antelope, so we headed for the 
shanty, with the lights in its window, yet 
ten miles distant, for our guide. 

Bolton and I took out the wagon the next 
morning to bring in the antelope. A lone 
coyote had visited the carcass during the 
night and had contented himself with 
devouring the entrails and taking only a 
bite or two out of the neck. 

I now told my companion that I would 
go on ahead, on foot. I instructed him to 
give me at least two hours' start and then, 

keeping the horses and wagon well out of 
sight behind the hills, to follow, and at the 
same time I handed him my field -glass. 
On I went for several miles, yet I saw 

It was now after ten o'clock and although 
I had only three shells left, having killed a 
jack-rabbit and fired several ineffectual 
shots at a wolf, I went on toward the bur 
In about an hour I saw a band of twenty-five 
or thirty antelope feeding across a long 
level, and I stopped on the hillside and 
watched them for over two hours. 

It was simply useless to attempt to get 
closer to that band, so I determined to wait 
for them to move on into the hills. Instead 
of going on into the buttes they lay down 
on the first hill, in plain view, yet too far for 
a shot. So I had to remain in my original 
position until they arose and went out of 
sight over the hill. 

I ran as fast as possible to the hill and 
crawled to the top, only to find them strung 
out at least 500 yards farther on, and as' the 
wind was blowing very hard I was afraid to 
risk a shot. They were feeding toward a 
ravine, so I concluded \o wait again, hop- 
ing that they would go into it and thus 
enable me to get a good shot. 

When the last antelope disappeared, I 
immediately ran as fast as I could toward 
a washed place in one of the buttes. It was 
my aim to reach the crest of the hill and 
wait until the game came feeding by. I was 
obliged to cross a large slough that had 
dried up and in which the grass was as high 
as my shoulders, and while running through 
this I glanced in the direction of the ante- 
lope. There they all stood, in the edge of the 
ravine, not over one hundred yards away. 
The instant I caught sight of them I 
dropped in the grass and ran back on my 
tracks to the top of the hill to the side of 

As I peeped over the brow of the hill the 
antelope were all standing in a bunch, look- 
ing at me. By reason of the gentle slope I 
was obliged to lie as close to the ground as 
possible, and when the rifle was raised I 
found I was not quite near enough to the top 
to get a good sight. I wriggled along a few 
feet farther, while the band trotted uneasily 
up and down, never for one moment taking 
their eyes off of the very small part of me 



that appeared over the hill — just the top of 
my head, my cap being in my pocket. Sin- 
gling out the one with apparently the best 
horns, I fired. I saw none fall and the band 
instantly whirled into line and started off. 
Holding well in front of a fine buck, I fired 
again; he fell and arose immediately, run- 
ning seemingly as fast as ever. Another 
shot brought him down a second time, but 
again he arose, this time only to walk off 
along the hillside and lie down. 

My rifle was now empty and as I arose 
and started over the hill to the wounded 
antelope, much to my surprise I saw that 
the first shot had killed a fine buck. It had 
fallen almost in its tracks, but by reason of 
the other animals jumping in front of it 
when the shot was fired I did not see it fall. 
As I started toward my game I saw the 
band that had disappeared over the hill 
come dashing back. They could not under- 
stand why the wounded one did not follow 
them, and ran back and forth, at times not 
more than fifty yards from me. I was glad 
that I had no more cartridges, but I longed 
for a camera. Looking around for Bolton 
with the team, I saw him on the sky-line, 
about a mile distant, waving me toward the 
east, in the direction of the wounded ante- 
lope, that was still lying over the hill. He 
had not seen the otheronefall, and, thinking 
I did not see the wounded one, was endeavor- 
ing to put me in a position to kill it. I sig- 
naled with my coat and he came with the 

To say that my cowboy friend was sur- 
prised and delighted when he drove up 
would be putting it mildly. After we had 
cleaned the dead antelope, I mounted my 
horse and started after the wounded one, 
which led me a chase of over a mile before I 
caught it. I threw it on the horse and went 
back to the wagon. One shot had cut the 
animal across the chest almost to the bone 
and the other had passed entirely through 
the intestines, leaving them hanging out 
several inches on the side where the bullet 
passed out. 

It was now nearly sundown and we 
wound our way through the hills and 
ravines in the direction of the shanty. Upon 
our arrival the boys went to work on the 
animals with a will, skinning them and 
cleaning the meat, while inside the shanty 

antelope heart and liver sizzled over the 
fire — a most agreeable change from salt 

The next day found several cowboys 
added to the hunting party again. We 
hunted carefully and diligently from before 
sunrise until late in the afternoon without 
seeing any antelope within a reasonable 
distance, when suddenly we came upon a 
band of seven, feeding quietly across a long 
level. Making a circuit of about a mile we 
reached the top of a hill possibly 500 yards 
distant, and, aftersingling out the best speci- 
men with the aid of the glass, the boys fired 
while I held the horses. The antelope fell, 
but arose immediately and followed the 
band over the hill, notwithstanding several 
more shots were fired at him. He was pretty 
badly wounded, so we mounted our horses 
and rode after the quarry, but he disap- 
peared from view, and although we made 
every effort to find him we could not do so. 
Darkness settled over the plains, so we gave 
him up and started back to the shack. 

I made up my mind to find that ante- 
lope, so on the morrow got an early start, 
taking along with me the ever enthusiastic 
Elmer and the spring wagon, with my horse 
tied behind. When we reached the neigh- 
borhood in which we had hunted on the pre- 
ceding day I mounted and rode back and 
forth through the hills in seemingly every 
direction, but not a single antelope did I see % 
Elmer likewise hunted with the wagon, but 
with no success, so about three o'clock we 
started back. I rode through the buttes, 
the wagon following me by about a quarter 
of a mile. 

As we crossed a ridge I caught sight of an 
antelope coming out of a ravine and in 
another moment a coyote appeared in full 
chase. They were fully a mile distant, but 
I could plainly see it was the wounded 
animal and also that the wolf was gaining on 
him at every leap. I called the attention of 
Elmer to the chase and rode quickly to the 
top of the hill, from which vantage, with the 
glass, I saw the wolf catch the antelope and 
both go down together. I signaled to the 
wagon to stop and rode quickly down 
through a big ravine until about opposite 
the wolf and his prey. Here I left my horse 
and went on foot — running, walking, crawl- 
ing and squirming through the buffalo grass 

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until within about 75 yards of the quarry. 
I would have tried a shot at the wolf 
before this, but he and his kill were in a 
low place and I could not see them well 
from any distance and the wind was blowing 
too hard to attempt an offhand shot with 
any chance of success. As I raised on my 
elbows to fire, the wolf saw me and looked 
up. The bullet struck him in the shoulder 
and ranged the entire length of his body, 
dropping him on the antelope's neck. 

The morrow was the last day I was to 
spend with the cowboys, so they resolved 
to give me the best time possible. Three of 
them, Bolton, Elmer and Charley Findlay, 
and myself, with the little team, started about 
daylight, and after following the trail toward 
the river for about three miles we struck off 
across the country. After going but a short 
distance a coyote looked up over a little rise 
in the ground. Elmer pulled up the horses 
and I leveled the rifle between him and 
Findlay, on the front seat, and fired. The 
horses jumped and started off at a dead run. 
Away we went at a terrific rate, the boys 
laughing and shouting and telling me at 
the same time to look out for the wolf and 
not lose him. After a run of half a mile or so 
Elmer succeeded in stopping the team and 
we went back and got the quarry. The little 
runaway had been merely a good joke. 

The shooting we had all done during the 

past few days had driven the antelope back 
toward the Elbow, and we consequently 
now saw very few and those at a great dis- 

Stopping beside a lake to feed the hoi 
Elmer, Findlay and I went on ahead on 
foot, instructing Bolton to follow us with 
the team toward the "burn" in an hour's 
time. The wind was blowing very hard, so 
we kept around in the sheltered places and 
proceeded very carefully. Finally I walked 
out from behind a hill and surprised two 
antelope — a doe and a very handsome buck. 
They both made one bound and stopped 
just as I threw up my rifle. 1 took a quick 
shot at the buck and the bullet passed 
entirely through his body, just behind the 
heart. He made a furious dash down the 
hill, running in a semi-circle, and dropped 
dead. This was the largest one killed dur- 
ing the hunt, weighing nearly 200 pounds. 
The wagon came up just before dark and 
we were not far toward home before the 
silvery moon looked down upon us to light 
the way. 

The day of the cowboy is fast drawing to 
a close, but the few who remain are still the 
same whole-souled, kind-hearted men 
whose devoted and unselfish attention 
makes one's trip to the great ranching 
country of the Northwest an event to be 
long and well remembered. 



"Unman-Stifled" South Dakota, from the Viewpoint of the 

Lonely Shackman 


IKE the man of 
facetious tradition, 
who was born at 
"Cape Cod and all 
along the shore," 
so Indian Creek of 
South Dakota has 
a comprehensive 
and rather in- 
definite horning 
.IN^^ place. Somewhere 

not far distant from the north end of the 
Bad Lands it is first seen — a collective com- 
pany of unpretentious little pools, whose 
apparent main object seems to be to at- 
tract as little observation as possible. It, 
or they, more properly speaking, sneak and 
skulk and hide as if trembling with fear of 
the terrible vicinity in which they find 
themselves. Now and then a monster 
silvertip, fairly making the ground shake 
as he walks, slouches down from the fast- 
ness of a cavern lair in the cliffs and leaves 
deep sunk footprints on the margin of the 
pools where he has deigned to slake his 
thirst. He comes from whence everything 
is large and awful; where calamity abounds 
and tragedy holds carnival. The terrible 
Bad Lands! A veritable hell of rock and 
gorge and sky. 

After a few miles of seemingly aimless 
wandering, the frightened pools come 
together, take hold of each other's hands, as 
it were, and thereafter indulge in a dubi- 
ously joyous journey across country, where, 
after a rather picturesque and vagabond- 
ish wandering of perhaps twenty very long 
miles, the stream at last crawls and sidles 
into Bad River, to be swallowed up and 
wholly obliterated in this not altogether 
pleasant stream, and appears to be glad 
of it. 

So much for its beginning and its end. 
It has had its little excitements and di- 

versions and humiliations and may be 
reasonably supposed to be content. It has 
crept by the shacks of the tenderfoot 
homesteaders and been eyewitness to 
their varied experiences, their elations 
and discomfitures, their modest uprisings 
and successes and their too fr quent down- 
fallings. Shack life can inte ->t anything 
or any one capable of a sensati n. Wajr er's 
"Simple Life" is "not in it." His ar< nly 
kindergarten theories, not extraordinarily 
well worked up either, compared to the 
real thing. Even clever people have their 
limitations. There is a pathetic grotesque - 
ness about this prairie shack life that makes 
an appeal even to the most obtuse. 

Then Indian Creek has sauntered along 
the great trails, hobnobbed with skinful 
arteries that carry the red blood of the 
congested East to the anemic West and 
make miners and ranchmen and cowboys 
and more or less hardy pioneers out of 
clerks, school teachers, lawyers, preachers 
and the like and in the main do a splendidly 
pious and sensible thing by the perform- 
ance. It crosses the famous Black Hills 
Trail, the great overland highway to the 
nebulous, vague West on which for hours 
in the day and months in the year the wagons 
and prairie schooners of westward-bound 
men and women are in hailing distance of 
one another. Onward, westward forever! 
And yet there is no West in the geography 
of the people. Fifty miles to the sunrise 
of the Black Hills, we are "East" with a 
capital E. It is appalling what this gold 
and land madness will make people venture 
and endure. Heroism is not anywhere 
near dead, nor foolhardiness extinct. 

And again, our little, muddy creek 
crosses Spotted Tail Trail and attempts a 
diminutive effort at sentiment in the way 
of a feeble, throaty gurgle in memory of 
the chief after whom the somewhat devious 

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way was named. It has hearkened to the 
red men's yells and whoops and seen them 
slaying and slain, conquerorsand conquered, 
captive laden and captive led. No wonder 
it is a coward and shrinks from sight on its 
perilous itinerary. It has heard the laugh 
and merry song of cowboys and been 
trampled into a mire by the thousands of 
hoofs of cattle. There are many bad and 
tragic sights to witness on the plains, but 
a herd of half -wild cattle stampeding is 
among the most thrilling and appalling 
ones. At the base of a cliff in the Bad 
Lands that makes a sheer drop of nearly a 
quarter of a mile, to-day lie the decaying 
bodies of nearly 5,000 head of cattle that 
plunged over it in one awful night. Ca- 
lamity and disaster, like fortunes and favors, 
occur in large measures out here. The 
little tame things go away to happen. 

This Indian Creek comes in hailing dis- 
tance of the more-than-century-old British 
America and the Santa Fe Trail, on which 
the thrifty fur traders from the North 
made their benevolent way, laden to the 
ground with priceless glass beads and 
nickel-a-piece looking-glasses and other 
valuable trinkets, to barter in a fair, open 
way with the wily Indians, exchanging 
their far-fetched wares for mere beaver and 
bear and buffalo hides, et cetera — a sort of 
charity dicker as it were. And the euchred 
and cheated Indians, when their addled 
heads had subsided from excessive drink 
of kill-on-sight whisky and their keen 
enough wits recovered, followed, on this 
same trail, the traders returning, fairly 
well satisfied with making ninety-five per 
cent, on a dollar profit, to their respective 
homes in the North, and scalped them as they 
bivouacked with their fortress and fortunes 
of furs about them. About this time there 
was a hue and cry in provincial papers 
regarding such performances. Justice in 
the West was sometimes a trifle severe, but 
as a rule salutary. 

Once the old Jesuit Fathers passed down 
this trail, singing chants in a not always 
melodious voice, and planted the Calvary 
Cross on the gray buttes, paving and 
marking the way to a possible civilization. 
Indian Creek is yet eyewitness to many 
tragic and pathetic things. The great 
buffalo wolves have followed its banks, 

and even as I write I can hear their dismal 
howling, for the caverns and washout-, 
along the creek banks are still, as of old, the 
haunt and home of this animal. Only the 
other day eleven were killed in one den, 
two mothers and nine puppies, and many 
packs more remain to slaughter the young 
wild calves and hamstring the new foaled 
colts of the wild horses. There are, at 
this writing, fifteen in one pack and nine 
in another in the vicinity of Indian Creek, 
and neither strychnine nor gun has thus far 
availed in thinning their numbers. 

It is still a wild country through which 
this little stream ventures on its almost 
foolhardy way. And so much country ! 
The eye, unaided, takes in fifty miles of dis- 
tance at one lonesome, fatiguing look. Lone- 
some? Without stopping to calculate and 
reason, one is inclined to believe that there 
is but one man and one shack in the world. 
But, of course, this is a mistake. 

The little creek passes over innumer- 
able beaver dams where the water runs so 
deep and sluggish that it puts one to 
imagining that there may be dead men at 
the bottom, clutching guns and covered 
with ooze. And the beavers are quietly 
plying their trade, utterly unconscious that 
there is any particular stir in the world. 
Such wonders do they accomplish! And 
never once pose to be admired and eulo- 
gized. Such feats of hydraulic engineer- 
ing as they do! They are university bred 
without knowing it. And such woodsmen ! 
Trees eighteen inches in diameter go crash- 
ing cross Indian Creek, felled with a fine 
accuracy as to where they should fall by 
these chisel-teethed, industrious, silent 
workers. One large dam is in sight of my 
shack and I often sit on the high bank 
above it, pipe in mouth, and wonder and 
ponder and admire. There is no question 
that man is not irredeemably a fool, nor any 
more does he represent all wisdom. The bea- 
ver knows a lot of things that might be of 
practical value to him if it chose to impart 
its knowledge. The State of South Dakota 
makes an effort to protect this little animal, 
and in a measure it succeeds, but not 
altogether. This year some trappers made 
a laborious excavation in search of them, 
but as good luck would have it, their 
operations were directed to the wrong 



bank of the dam and their job proved a 
bootless one, or, rather, a beaverless one. 
I could have told them different and what 
a mistake they were making, but did not 
feel called upon to do so. 

Then there are the coyotes — the miching 
sheep dogs of the plains — not greatly to 
be feared, and yet not the least to be liked. 
They make nights gruesome with their 
hair-uplifting sounds and Indian Creek 
provides shelters and dens for them in 
her washouts and shaly clay banks. They 
are the unclean, the leprosy of the other- 
wise wholesome and healthful land. They 
yelp and snarl and threaten the belated 
hunter and follow close in the track of the 
lost shackman, but instead of attacking 
him they hie them away, after they have 
played their bluff, and kill a weak-legged, 
tottering new-born calf whose mother is 
browsing at a safe distance. Pariahs of the 
plains, they seem to understand that they 
are regarded as odious and revenge them- 
selves by doing odious acts. # 

There is a fine showing of humanity in 
these Indian Creek coyotes, after all. The 
shack of the writer is in an isolated district, 
hitherto undisturbed by man, and they 
resented the intrusion in a demonstrative and 
almost bold way. They yelped at my very 
door and held indignation meetings in 
plain sight. The light of the shack window 
disturbed them and they bayed at it, as a 
dog bays at the moon. Now and then I 
meet one in my walks in broad daylight 
and there is an exchange of courtesies that 
does honor to us both. He is a master of 
billingsgate and calls me a liar and odious 
names before I have fairly caught sight of 
him. Then I return the compliment, but 
he has the upper "hold," and I never feel 
that I have gotten quite even with him, and 
pretty soon he disappears over the divide 

and I go on my way wondering what a 
person would be justified in doing under 
the circumstances. 

Lynxes, or "bob-cats," abound. They 
live in the deep washouts and house-high 
flood trash that the great floods have de- 
posited along Indian Creek. This debris 
makes rare hiding and breeding places for 
these animals and they have grown bold 
in taking possession of them. They make 
a feint of bravery, but as a rule only reach 
the height of courage of stealing a round 
of beef swung on a pole over the door from 
the roof of a shack. One can hear their 
stealthy tread around the cabin at night, 
in search of an easily accomplished snack. 
There is something "creepy" about them 
— a feeling as of a snake pulling itself 
silently upon one — a sensation that some- 
thing is going to happen. Their scream 
puts a ripple, a shudder on the usually 
calm and unresponsive surface of the 
creek, and when one has once heard it, it 
is not likely to be forgotten. And of a 
dark night, alone on the plains, a bob-cat 
is far from a pleasant companion. 

There was a time, not very remote, that 
larger game made comrades of the stream. 
Only yesterday I found the head of a 
monster buffalo glued to a bank and stand- 
ing out in relief over the water like a 
butcher's sign. There was a whole pathetic 
history in it. It fell to pieces as I drew it out, 
all but one massive horn, and I shied this at 
a blinkless, staring-eyed rattlesnake that 
had pulled itself up near to me to see 
what was going on. 

Indian Creek looks commonplace to the 
observer who does not observe. But it is 
not. It is full of vivid, fascinating interest. 
It simply does not talk much, but it is a 
good listener; it knows a lot and is con- 
tented minds its own business. 


On the Harris Creek Plateau 



HAVE often won- 
dered why so many 
sportsmen living in 
the Middle States 
go to Newfound- 
land and New 
Brunswick to hunt 
caribou, and have 
reached the con- 
clusion that it is 
because New- 
foundland has had 
the advantage of 
better advertising in the way of stories and 

The buck was soon loaded up 

articles on caribou hunting. If they would 
but bear in mind that in British Columbia, 
on the one trip, they can be as certain of 
getting as good a caribou head, with the 
advantage of a chance for a good deer, a 
grizzly or a black bear, a big-horn sheep 
and a white goat, we would see more of them 
up here. 

As this article has to do with caribou 
hunting I will confine myself to relating a 
trip I made last year, in company with some 
of my fellow British Columbians, and I 
believe our experience should convince any 
one that, for a satisfactory hunt, every way, 
the country in which we live 
cannot be surpassed. 

Three of us, William 
Thomas, George Smith and 
the writer, determined on a 
trip to the Harris Creek 
Plateau. We left Vernon, our 
home, with four pack-horses, 
on the afternoon of October 
14, and made camp at Vid- 
dlers Creek at sundown on 
the day following, having 
stopped the previous night 
in a hotel at Lumby. 

Breakfast over the next 
morning we packed up and 
started for the summit. On 
the way we saw several fine 
bunches of deer, but we did 
not bother them, as we knew 
w T e could get one when we 
made camp. But we were 
not so merciful toward the 
blue grouse, of which we 
shot nine, w T hich sufficed for 
two or three days. 

We arrived at the summit 
of the plateau without a mis- 
hap, and met Dell and Guy 
Thomas just returning with 
a party of hunters, who 


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seemed to be well pleased with their trip. 
They had one particularly fine head, with 
thirty-two points. We made camp here for 
the night. 

In the morning we found it had snowed 
during the night, so decided to stay for one 
day before moving on to Bald Butte. We 
took our rifles and struck out for a recon- 
noissance and returned to camp without 
game, but well satisfied that there were 
caribou and deer in abundance in this 

Bald Butte is fifteen miles back from the 
summit, and on our way thither the follow- 
ing day we saw all kinds of game tracks and 
caribou sign. We made the Bog Lake 
Meadows in time to make camp before dark 
and fix things up in shipshape for a week's 

Thomas Norris and Guy Thomas, of 
Lumby, were expected up in a few days, so 
we just knocked around and spent the time 
fishing in the various lakes in the vicinity 
and hunting rabbits and 
grouse, till the 24th. Then 
we moved back to Fish 
Hawk Lake, getting our first 
deer on the way. We were 
going along nicely when Bill, 
who was ahead, held up his 
hands, meaning a halt. Of 
course we knew he had sight- 
ed game and kept mum. 
"Crack!" went the .25-35, 
and a fine buck jumped out 
of a patch of bushes. Bill 
shot again and we had deer 
meat. The buck was soon 
loaded up and we were once 
more under way, arriving at 
Fish Hawk Lake in good 
time to enjoy a trout supper 
by daylight. 

The following morning was 
fine and clear, so George and 
I took a stroll around for 
exercise, when who should 
we spy but our friends Nor- 
ris and Thomas coming up. 
We all made back for camp 
and packed up and moved 
to Caribou Meadow near 
Eight Mile Creek. Then the 
next morning, Tom, Guy 

and George went for a hunt, while Bill and I 
stayed to cut out a trail, so as to get to Eight 
Mile Creek cabin. We cut out the trail and 
got back to camp and I had supper under 
way when the boys came in, carrying a fine 
caribou head, which Norris had shot. 

After supper we sat around and smoked, 
and as sleep was out of the question, Norris 
proposed a barbecue. We fell upon a deer 
we had hanging up, cutting off the choice 
parts and soon had them over the fire — Tom 
took a roast of ribs, Bill and George each a 
dish of steaks and I tackled a tenderloin. 
Guy was long since in the land of Nod, so 
was ignorant of the impromptu feast until 
the morning, when he wanted to know what 
had happened to one of our deer. 

Getting the horses together we once more 
packed up and started for the cabin at Eight 
Mile Creek. On our arrival we fixed up the 
camp in good shape and then we went 
fishing, in a lake near at hand, and caught 
enough trout for a fine supper. 

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IBr \ * 




The morning of our first real hunting-day 
broke fine, so, breakfast over, each of the 
boys took his rifle and struck out, I alone 
staying at camp, cutting wood and stowing 
it under a lean-to at the cabin. The hunters 
returned to camp in good time, bringing in 
a nice deer to add to our larder. 

Our next move was to a place called 
Blue Knob, where we camped for two days, 
hunting for caribou. We saw lots of fresh 
sign, but could not run onto the game, as 
they would scent us and make for the 
timber before we knew of their presence. 
So we decided to move to our most lucky 
camp, at Rainy River Gulch, where we were 
positive of success. Arrived at this camping 
place, we immediately saw there were 
caribou about and plenty of them. We 
made camp and struck off hunting. Guy 
and I went together, the others taking a 
different direction. 

By and by we struck very fresh caribou 
tracks and came to the conclusion that the 
animals were not far off. The trail led us 
up over a hill overlooking a large meadow. 
Here we sat down to reconnoitre. 

"Say!" suddenly exclaimed my com- 
panion, "can you make out if that thing is 
moving down there under that clump of 
trees ? By Jove, it is ! Look over beyond and 
see the rest coming out of the brush into 
the meadow!" 

We got the direction of the wind, so as to 
get on the right side of the caribou, and 
started down after them, through the timber. 
Very quietly we went, as they are sharp 
animals and quick to scent an enemy. We 
got down to the edge of the meadow and, 
still in the timber, we stopped to look for 
the game. 

We could see the horns of one, just 
over a knoll, so we had to do some fine 
stalking to get near them. We crawled on 
our hands and knees, keeping the knoll 
between us and them, and managed to 
crawl right on top of the knoll. We looked 

down on a herd of fifteen fine caribou, not 
more than a hundred yards away, without 
their scenting or seeing us. Imagine our 
position, lying face down in the light snow, 
almost afraid to breathe, for fear they 
should see us, and no camera on hand, for I 
had left mine at camp, as I had a heavy 
pack without it. We had been then only a 
few seconds, although it seemed longer, 
when up went one head, scenting the air. 
The animal gave a snort, which put them 
all on the jump in a jiffy. Away they went, 
but knowing their habits we were sure they 
would stop and look around before they 
made off for good. We got ready, so as to 
have a bead when they stopped. 

"You take the one in the middle and I'll 
take the one on the left," said my partner, 
when they slowed up. The words were no 
sooner out of his mouth when "Crack! 
crack ! " went the rifles and down came two 
fine young bulls. 

After looking over our prizes we started 
for camp, with the intention of rubbing it 
into the others. But we did not have this 
pleasure, for they had been quite lucky 
also, securing four out of a band of twelve. 
We made supper and talked the thing over, 
and decided to make for home next day 
with our game. 

We packed the caribou on the horses 
whole, as they would set and ride better. 
Then we bid good-by to the gulch and 
pulled out for home, arriving there in good 
shape on November 13. 

The five of us got six bull caribou and 
every head a good one. When one considers 
the leisurely manner in which we hunted, we 
not being pushed for time and having no 
guides' wages to pay, and not to mention the 
three deer and the fact that we had all the 
grouse and trout we could eat, this looks 
like a pretty satisfactory trip. And yet, 
when I told Guy I was going to write it up 
he said, "You'd better wait till you've got 
something to tell." 


Learned at a Summer Gamp in Wyoming 

E WERE camped by 
the shore of a large 
alkaline lake in one of 
the wildest parts of 
Wyoming and, seem- 
ingly, one of the loneli- 
est, yet we soon found 
we had plenty of com- 
pany; for the first night after we pitched our 
tent we got but little sleep for the noise of 
the different waterfowl that were nesting 
in the rushes. 

We soon, however, became accustomed 
to their wild music, and learned to dis- 
tinguish the cries of different species. Some- 
times it would be the hollow booming of 
the bittern or "mud-pump," as the hunters 
called it, because the note is like the words 
"Mud-pump, mud-pump." At other times 
the quack of a mallard, or the note of a 
teal or of a yellow-leg sandpiper. But 
mixed with these occasional cries, there 
was one, incessant day and night — a shrill 
note, or rather chorus of cries, as from 
many throats, of "Coy-eet! coy-eet! coy- 
eeto!" At first we could not make out 
from which of the many inhabitants of the 
lake these strange sounds came, till one 
day, carefully scanning the surface, we saw 
little heads and necks bobbing up in every 
direction; nothing but heads and necks, the 
bodies seeming to be quite under water, 
and from these little heads came the mys- 
terious cries. We recognized in the little 
duck the grebe, whose soft, white breasts 
so often (more's the pity) adorn the hats 
of the gentler sex. I became much interested 
in these little swimmers and would often 
steal up and lie at full length on the bank 
watching them. One day I surprised a 
band of them right below the bank. At 
sight of me they instantly dived, and in the 
clear water I could see their forms, like 
fish, swimming rapidly amongst the stems 
of the water-weed, using their short wings 

as a fish does its fins, and also propelling 
themselves by their webbed feet. 

The hunters one day made a good-sized 
flat-bottomed boat out of some boards 
lying around camp, calked the cracks 
between the boards with rags and tacked 
tin sheets from melted meat cans on the 
knot-holes, whilst I painted a name on the 
stern. They carried the result with great 
glee to the lake and launched it. It floated ! 
After exploring every nook and cranny 
of the lake, the men made a raid upon the 
rushes by the side of the water, where a 
colony of grebes had built their nests. 
The result was that in the evening when 
they returned to camp they brought back 
a pail full of grebe eggs, and some were 
immediately cooked for supper. The grebe's 
egg is colored a very pale greenish white 
and is about an inch and a-half long. The 
yolk is a dark orange and of a rich, delicate 

One lovely, calm morning, I took the 
"boat" and paddled out onto the lake, with 
the help of a long-handled shovel! The 
water was clear as crystal and I could look 
down to the bottom and see the water-weeds 
growing up from below like bamboos or 
horsetail rushes. As I neared the center, 
there was a grand splashing from the 
hundreds of frightened grebes. As their 
short wings only allow of a very low flight, 
they scud over the surface like a ricochetting 
cannon-ball, playing dick-duck-drake. 

On nearing the spot they had left, a 
pretty sight presented itself. These prudent 
little fowl, after the late raid made on their 
eggs by the hunters, perceiving that their 
castles among the reeds were no longer safe, 
had forsaken their nests in the rushes near 
the shore, "put out to sea," and built 
some fifty or sixty little floating homes on 
the smooth surface of the middle of the lake, 
anchoring them by strands of eel-grass to 
the stems of the water weeds growing on 



the bottom. So there lay before me some 
fifty little cushions of soft water grass float- 
ing on the unruffled surface, each freighted 
with two or three little greenish-white eggs. 
The colony of nests covered about an acre 
of water. 

As, by their cries, the grebes seemed 
anxious to return to their nests, I lay still 
at the bottom of the boat, close to one of 
the nests, to watch proceedings. The nest 
beside me was a soft, round cushion of 
bright green water grass, with a slight 
depression in the center, holding a couple 
of eggs. There was about six feet of water 
below, full of the long stems of the water- 
weed, and through the stems of their 
" watery woodland" we could see large 
fresh water lizards about a foot long, 
called axolotls, or "siredons," gliding to 
and fro. 

After waiting a while the birds summoned 
up courage to cautiously return in pairs. 
One of them would swim around a nest, 
stop suddenly as if to steady itself, then 
with a spring alight on the unstable cushion, 
arrange the nest with her bill and settle 
down on the eggs. I noticed that on arriving 

at the nest the old bird seemed to have quite a 
a little to do with her bill in arranging or 
removing something before she settled. 
On carefully observing some of the other 
unoccupied nests, I found the eggs were 
hidden with grass and that when the 
birds left of their own free will to take a 
swim or "go fishing," they covered up 
their eggs with eel grass, as a mother would 
cover up her baby with bedclothes after 
putting it to sleep. We saw the birds, upon 
their return, carefully remove this blanket 
and laying it aside to sit on the eggs. 
This covering was to keep the eggs warm. 
In that hot climate the water was warm and 
the saturated nest also. All that was 
needed was to shield the eggs from the 
cool breeze by the mother's clever device. 

But alas for the wisdom and cleverness 
of these clever little fowl. One day there 
came a terrible wind-storm over the lake 
and the usually calm water rose in angry 
waves. Above the uproar came the shrill 
cries of the grebes; for every little nest broke 
from its moorings and was wrecked and 
tossed ashore. And we saw no more of the 
grebes or their nests that summer. 


WHERE the stately, sweeping currents hurry, ripple, dance and leap, 
And their myriad, mystic voices rise and blend 
With the mellow diapason of the deep-toned rocks they sweep, 
Ere the rippling, booming, tuneful anthems end; 

Where the rhythmic babble merges, in a deep, dark, shady nook, 

And the salmon and the sea-trout laze and play, 
'Tis there a favored angler, with his rod and pipe and book, 
Dreams and dreams the whole long golden summer day. 

All the forest voices blending, Peace and Love their sweet refrain; 

And the visions of his day-dreams, real and true; 
Beside the teeming waters, undisputed in his reign: 

I do, really, lonely angler, envy you. 

— W. J. Carroll. 



IT IS, generally speaking, a simpler matter, 
especially for the novice, to catch fish by 
feeding them something that they like, 
and after they have swallowed the bait hook 
and all, to pull them out of the water, than to 
deceive them with artificial lures. But the satis- 
faction of inducing the fish to "take something," 
and then hooking him after he takes it and 
before he has time to throw it out of his mouth 
when he discovers the deception, and the con- 
sequent knowledge of one's ability in this 
respect, is vastly greater to the true fisherman 
than that which attends the catch made by the 
use of bait that the fish likes for food. 

When using artificial baits one does not need 
to rebait one's hook after every catch, but at 
once proceeds to make another cast. And one 
has no occasion to feel like a great, inhuman 
monster because of the unnecessary and unjust 
agony one inflicts upon the helpless live bait 
by impaling it upon the hook. Nor does the 
user of artificial bait have to waste time or 
spend money every time he goes fishing to 
procure bait, as he has an assortment of baits 
in his tackle-box ready at all times and which 
will last him not only one year, but with proper 
care a number of years. Neither is he bothered 
with a bait pail and its attending labor of 
changing the water every little while to keep 
his minnows from dying. And he strikes the 
moment he feels the fish touch his hook, and 
makes either a quick, clean catch or a clear 
miss, most frequently a clean catch if his own 
strike has been made quickly enough, and the 
hook is generally found so located as to be 
removed with much less difficulty than when 
live bait is used. 

The numerous artificial minnows now made 
are so artistic and so attractive that no bass or 
other game fish inhabiting the same waters will 
refrain from dashing at one if cast deftly and 
withdrawn aptly within the range of his vision. 
The painted imitations of minnows are of 
various kinds and colors and made just the 
right weight for easy casting. In my personal 
experience generally the bright red or carmine 
colors have been the most attractive for bass, 
and the green colors for pickerel, but in some 
lakes the reverse has been the case, so it is best 
to have something of an assortment and make 
such changes as the conditions appear to require. 
Then there are artificial frogs so natural and 
lifelike in appearance that when properly 

handled they deceive the wisest bass. A large 
number of other lures, insects, etc., which 
game fish are fond of, are also cleverly counter- 
feited, and a very good bait in many waters, 
especially in the evening and night, and on 
dark days, is the spoon and bucktail, some of 
the best catches being made with it. Also the 
spoon with a piece of white pork or pork -rind, 
or the white, glistening tendon of the neck of 
a calf; either of them, trimmed and shaped so 
as to resemble to some extent a minnow or a 
frog, makes an excellent lure, and some of the 
most successful fishermen prefer this bait to 
any other. 

In short, so numerous and so excellent are the 
artificial baits that there is very little excuse 
for the use of any other in the catching of game 
fish; by an occasional change of bait one is 
almost sure to find one that will attract attention 
in that particular lake at that particular time. 
Rock bass, straw bass and perch also take these 
baits well, and even the bluegill is frequently 
so attracted by them as to yield to his curiosity 
and impale himself upon them. 

When one considers the fact that the waters 
are full of live minnows and much other live 
food which the fish can easily procure for them- 
selves at any time, and reflects upon the 
probability that fish as well as animals and 
man like an occasional change of diet, one is 
not surprised to know that they frequently 
take the artificial baits, when properly handled, 
with greater avidity than they do the live food 
with which they are surrounded by nature. 

To learn the art of bait-casting requires some 
practice, more by some than by others. Begin 
by making short casts, and gradually extend 
them, always touching the line spooled on the 
reel lightly with the tip of the thumb to pre- 
vent it from running out faster than the line is 
carried out by the bait and making snarls, or 
backlashes, which are troublesomt and con- 
sume time in removing. By the use of the ball 
of the thumb the surface pressure is too great 
and the reel is stopped too soon, and the length 
of the cast is thus greatly diminished. As the 
bait begins to drop and approach the water the 
pressure should be slightly increased, to reduce 
its momentum and thus have it fall more lightly 
upon the water, and the moment it strikes the 
water the pressure should beincreasedsufficiently 
to stop the reel instantly, again for the pur- 
pose of preventing overrunning and back 



lashing. The line should be immediately re- 
trieved, first by raising the tip of the rod 
enough to keep the bait in motion until the 
handle of the reel is secured and the process of 
reeling in the line has begun. The reeling-in 
should not be too fast, just fast enough to keep 
the spinners in motion, if any are used, and if 
no spinners are used, then just fast enough to 
keep the bait in motion to make it look as if it 
were alive, carefully spooling the line evenly 
back and forth over the reel with the thumb and 
finger of the left hand as it is reeled in so that 
it will be in proper condition for the next 

It is best to cast over-head, as in this way one 
can cast more accurately than in the under- 
handed cast. A slight " twirling" motion, as 
in cracking a whip, adds to the ease of the cast, 
but this should not be attempted at first. It is 
well, of course, to be able to cast under-handed, 
so that in case of overhanging bushes inter- 
fering, one is still able to get out his bait. 

Have the reel on top of the "rod with the 
handle to the right. Be sure to practice and 
learn casting while sitting, as after thus learning 
it will be easy to cast standing. Not much 
force is necessary. The cast should be made 
entirely with the arm, principally with the 
forearm and most of all by the action of the 
hand from the wrist. 

Casts of fifty to seventy-five feet properly 
made are much more successful in catching 
fish than longer ones badly made, although, of 
course, at times it is beneficial to make long 
casts, and it is at all times gratifying to be 
able to make long casts accurately and deftly. 

A suitable rod is indispensable for easy and 
effective casting. The rod which is becoming 
more popular every year is about equal in 
length to the height of the angler, pretty flexible 
and springy and strong enough to stand a good, 
hard strain, which means that it should be of 
good quality; it may be of bamboo, wood or 
steel. All kinds have their advocates. It 

should have three medium large guides and 
an agate top, and be preferably in two pieces. 

The reel should be a good one, not necessarily 
a high-priced one, and a quadruple multiplier 
is advisable in fishing; not for the purpose of 
bringing in the fish more speedily, but to bring 
him in more surely by taking up the line more 
rapidly, and thus preventing the fish from 
getting slack line and shaking the hook out 
of his mouth in case it has only caught slightly. 

A light, firmly braided silk line, the usual 
No. 5, gives me the greatest satisfaction in 
casting; but all lines require pretty careful at- 
tention, as they have a tendency to become 
weak unexpectedly and cause the loss of a big 
fish, or a bait, or both at the same time. 

Let us now suppose that you have learned the 
rudiments of casting and have procured a 
satisfactory outfit, and are justified in going out 
and trying your luck in actual fishing. When 
you cast, try to attain accuracy by always 
aiming at some particular object, such as a 
bunch of rushes or weeds, or a lily pad 01 
splatter dock, or a leaf floating upon the water, 
or, in the absence of all these, a particular wave 
upon the water, as thus you gradually increase 
your efficiency in placing your bait just where 
you want it. Be attentive to your business when 
casting, to avoid failing to respond instantly 
when you have a strike, as it takes but an in- 
stant for the fish to discover the deception and 
the next second you maybe too late to get him. 

When you have hooked your fish, do not fail 
to keep a taut line upon him, and let him have 
all the play he wants before you try to reel him 
in close to the boat, as then you will not be so 
likely to lose him because of a hard rush. 

Never catch fish when they are on their 
spawning beds, even if it is in the open season ; 
to do so is as bad as to kill a hatching bird on its 
nest or when it is protecting its young. 

Do not try to catch all the fish in the lake, but 
be satisfied with a decent catch, leaving some 
of them for your next trip. 



THE annual Marblehead -New York motor 
boat race, held under the auspices of the 
Knickerbocker Yacht Club, of New York, 
has become a famous event, and one, too, that 
is looked forward to each year with a great deal 
of interest. It is not, above all else, a mere test of 
speed, but rather one of endurance. The boats 
entering are built for cruising purposes, and are 
not especially designed for speed alone. They 
are, indeed, just the sort of boat that is suitable 
for the summer cruise of the man of moderate 
means. Yet even under adverse conditions 
they prove themselves worthy to be called 
speedy craft. 

The race, which was this year run from 
Marblehead, Mass., to College Point, New 
York, is for cruising power boats of not less 
than 30 feet water-line length, not exceeding 
in greatest length forty feet, and with a 

course the rips are nasty. They simply play 
with a small boat even in fair weather; but let 
a northeaster blow and they actually become 
menacing and dangerous. The run is a hard 
one under any circumstances for so small a boat, 
and so is, in reality, an excellent endurance test. 
But the best thing about this motor-boating 
classic so far and from the viewpoint of the 
man of moderate means is that both last year's 
race and the race which was finished on June 30 
of this year were won by the smallest boat 
entered. Last year's race was from College 
Point, on Long Island Sound, to Marblehead, 
and so adverse were the weather conditions that 
only one of the little cruisers completed the 
journey — the " Talisman," equipped with an 
8-horse -power engine and with a time allowance 
of 16 hours, 44 minutes and 19 seconds, which 
went the distance in 45 hours, 35 minutes and 

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water-line breadth of not less than one-fifth of 
the water-line length. The engine or engines 
must be operated either by gasoline or kerosene. 
The boats must also be provided with solid 
propellers. The crew must not be changed dur- 
ing the race and must consist of not more than' 
four persons, one of whom may be a paid hand. 
The rules regarding fuel, stops, etc., are suffi- 
ciently strict to give a fair and square test. 

Though the race has many spectacular fea- 
tures, the chief interest lies in the opportunities 
afforded to show the real efficiency of a boat 
under rough going. At different points in the 

56 seconds, actual time. The racers were better 
favored by the weather man this year, and nine 
of the starters finished the race. The start was 
made at 6.30 on June 28, from Marblehead, 
and the first boat home was the "Unome," 
which arrived at College Point at 4.15.40 on 
the morning of June 30, her actual time for the 
280-mile trip being ^ hours, 45 minutes and 
15 seconds. The race being a handicap, how- 
ever, the "Susie," rated at 9 horse-power, and 
which did not arrive until 9.25.29 on the 
morning of the 30th, was declared the winner, 
her corrected time being 26.01.07 — more than 



two hours faster than her nearest competitor, 
under the time allowance. 

The "Susie's" skipper, Mr. Ernest 
Schmelzel, a son of the boat's owner, Mr. J. B. 
Schmelzel, said concerning the experience of 
himself and his three companions on the cruise: 

"We had fresh breezes across Massachusetts 
Bay, and we cut in close by the whistling buoy 
on the Peaked Hill Bars and ran down the 
neck of the cape with a comparatively smooth 
sea. But after passing Pollock Rip Lightship 
it was a constant jump into a head sea all the 
way to Cuttyhunk. We kept driving through 
these head seas all the way around Vineyard 
Sound, with strong gusts of wind and rain 
dead against us for fifty miles or more. But 
we did not put in at Vineyard Haven for fuel, 
as most of our competitors did. We plugged 
right through, and you can imagine we didn't 
get any sleep that night; it was impossible. 
The motion of the boat was so quick that, 
lying on the floor of the cabin forward, the 
floor came up and hit you before your body 
stopped dropping from the previous plunge of 
the boat. 

"The run by daylight on the 29th, and the 
last night nearing home, things were better, 
and we managed to get some rest. I was 
particularly fortunate in having with me Mr. 
Russell Ross, who knows every mile of the sea- 
road we had to cover. 

"When it is remembered that we had to make 
the long open run down past the Nauset 

Beacons to Pollock Rip Slue, and across the 
shoals to past Monomoy before we had the 
protection of Nantucket and Martha's Vine- 
yard, and another long stretch of open sea 
from Gay Head to Block Island, and taking 
into consideration the nasty sou'wester of the 
first night, I think our trip shows remarkably 
well for the seaworthiness of the modern 
cruising motor boat of small horse-power, of 
which I consider the "Susie" nothing more 
than a good, representative type." 

The cruising motor boat is coming into great 
vogue, because of its comfort and convenient e 
for cruising on inland waters and also on ac- 
count of its moderate cost. It is also often used 
to haul a cheaply constructed but commodious 
houseboat. The following description of a cer- 
tain make will afford some idea of how the 
boats are arranged : 

In the forward end of the cabin is situated a 
saloon nine feet in length, having two berths, 
and a chiffonier with a locker on each side. 
Entrance can be made through a hatch in the 
roof or through a swinging door from the engine- 
room, which is situated directly aft. On the 
starboard side of the engine-room is a large, 
roomy locker and a comfortable berth. On the 
port side is a toilet-room, in which there is a 
yacht closet and folding wash basin. Directly 
aft of the toilet-room is the stove compartment 
and ice-box. The cockpit gives room for six 
comfortable wicker chairs and at the after end 
a stationary seat with cushion. 



THE seas*on just ended — of track and 
field athletics — has been a highly suc- 
cessful one — artistically and otherwise. 
Certain it is that at no time has this branch of 
sport enjoyed greater vogue than during the 
past season, as evinced by the unusually large 
attendance at the games. In a measure this may 
be ascribed to the brilliant success of the Ameri- 
can athletes at Athens, and the widespread 
interest it evoked. Apart from this, however, 
there has been a distinct impetus from some 
source, with the result that the college track 
meet now attracts nearly as large an audience as 
its hitherto more popular football game. This 
is almost as it should be. 

The 1906 season — although replete with per- 
formances of high order — was not remarkable 

for the establishment of new records. Nor did 
it bring forth a Kraenzlein or a Duffey. But a 
wealth of promising material was uncovered, of 
which big things may be expected next year. A 
salient feature was the irreverent manner in 
which the minor colleges cut in on the point 
totals. This occurred time and again during the 
season, upsetting calculations amazingly. At 
Cambridge, for instance, four of them, Syracuse, 
Colgate, Amherst and Swarthmore, amassed a 
total of 30 points alone. 

Cornell won the championship at Cambridge 
with a total of 38 points, to the utter surprise of 
the knowing ones, for in the early stages the 
Ithacans were apparently out of the running. 
Subsequent events proved, however, that in 
running they were "strictly in it" and it was the 



distance men who saved the day for Cornell. 
Their work in this department was nothing 
short of wonderful and, safe to say, has never 
been equaled in the annals of "intercollegiates." 
No one will now dispute the statement that 
Moakley, Cornell's trainer, is the "last word" 
in the development of distance runners. This 
makes it two straight for Cornell, she having 
earned the title last year. 

In the West some remarkable work was done 
in the conference meet at Evanston, 111. Michi- 
gan, who won the championship title on that 
occasion, overwhelmed her competitors with 
62^ points. A new pole vault record was estab- 
lished, Samse, of Indiana, clearing 12 feet 4I 

The only occasion on which a Western team 
(by no means representative) has been seen in 
competition with men of the East was that of 
the Pennsylvania Relay Carnival at Philadel- 
phia early in the spring. Michigan'scrack quar- 
tette showed their heels to Yale and Pennsyl- 
vania, breaking the record and duplicating 
their performance of the year before. Through- 
out the meet the Westerners held their own and 
showed conclusively their ability to cope with 
the picked men of the East. In spite of this and 
other more than ample evidence of the need of 
an intersectional meet, the prospect of its con- 
summation is as dim as ever. 

Apropos of records, it has been remarked 
that we have not been setting up new marks 
with the regularity and easy nonchalance of 
former years. And still further, the question has 
been raised as to whether existing records are 
not in the vicinity of the unassailable. Of 
course, there is a limit to all things. But any 
attempt to reduce the proposition to a parallel 
witjj the "North Pole idea," for example, and 
"farthest North," is not only illogical but out of 
keeping with these progressive times. An appli- 
cation of Nietzsche's philosophy of eternal 
development dispels the notion in a twinkling. 
'We have all witnessed the recent advent of 
the two-minute harness horse, and some of us 
hark back to the days of Goldsmith Maid, when 
"two-thirty" was ''going some." That hard- 
won half-minute was years in gaining. Follow- 
ing this line of thought, it is not unreasonable to 
expect, for instance, that we will one day 
develop a runner who will negotiate a mile in 
four minutes flat and the "hundred" in nine 
seconds. What matters it if the day be off in the 
distant future — the spirit is the vital thing. 


The banner emblematic of intercollegiate 
baseball championship flies from the Princeton 
staff this year. The Tigers played a good, 
consistent game all through the season and 

earned the title more decisively than any team 
in recent years. With Byram and Heyniger in 
great form, a lightning infield and a team of 
hard hitters, they maintained an unbroken 
front in their games in the "Big Six" barring a 
defeat by Pennsylvania late in the season. 
Yale, Harvard and Cornell, the principal con- 
tenders for championship honors, were each 
defeated two straight. The Tigers put up a 
Garrison finish in the last Yale game, winning 
in the ninth, with two out and two strikes on 
the batsman. The end of the season presents 
the usual jumbled-up aspect. On her showing 
with Princeton and victory over Yale, Brown 
should be entitled to second place, with Cornell 
third. Cornell, who started out brilliantly, was 
beaten by Yale. But her season's record is far 
cleaner than that of the Elis. Yale and 
Harvard were big disappointments this year, 
especially the former, who looked very strong, 
on paper, at the season's start. 

In the Middle West, Michigan won the 
Conference championship after a nip-and-tuck 
strugggle with Illinois, who finished second, 
with Chicago third. 


Cornell still reigns supreme in the collegiate 
rowing world. By capturing both 'Varsity races 
at the Poughkeepsie regatta, Coach Courtney's 
men established their claim to premier honors 
for another year. 

The event of the day, the 'Varsity four-mile 
race for eight-oared shells, was an exciting 
struggle. Syracuse closely pressed the Ithacans 
throughout the long journey, only to suffer the 
penalty of their exhausting effort in losing 
second honors to Pennsylvania, who came up 
with a magnificent spurt in the last few rods. 
Wisconsin, Columbia and Georgetown fought 
it out in a little race of their own for second 
division honors, and finished in the order 

The 'Varsity four-oar event was won by 
Cornell by five lengths in hollow fashion, with 
Syracuse second and Columbia third. Wis- 
consin was represented in the race for the first 
time, but failed to show to advantage. Syracuse 
sprung a surprise by nipping the freshman race. 
This event, the outcome of which is always 
uncertain at the best, had been conceded to the 
Cornellians, who ruled favorite in the betting. 

After being twice defeated in the freshman 
and four-oared races, Harvard's lucky crew 
vanquished Yale in the 'Varsity race at the New 
London regatta, adding another to her slim 
list of victories. The freshman and 'Varsity 
races were well-contested affairs, but the four- 
oared race was easy for Yale, who won by over 
a quarter of a minute. 

The Warden and the Editor 
We have often observed that a game warden 
is not without honor, save in his own news- 
paper. If he does his duty as well as he can 
under the always adverse conditions, he gets 
rapped over the head by the local newspaper 
for an excess of zeal, and if, on the other hand, 
he chances to be one of the weaker spirits who 
succumb to " public indignation," he is jeered 
at for being afraid of his own shadow. And 
more's the pity, there is no happy medium that 
will satisfy the editor and his own sense of 
honor. What is more, for the warden to 
remonstrate with the newspaper for publishing 
an ill-advised article bearing on the enforce- 
ment of the fish or game law is to call down 
upon his luckless head the whole editorial gall 

As an instance of the manner in which many 
newspapers obstruct the work of the game 
wardens, we will quote an extract from the La 
Crosse (Wis.) Chronicle of April 19: 

"Organized violations of the game law pro- 
hibiting spring shooting of ducks is the unusual 
condition which confronts game wardens in La 
Crosse. . . . 

"With this firm determination on the part of 
the hunters of the district, the strict enforcement 
of the law against spring shooting is impossible 
here. There is no demand for the enforcement 
of the law, for the ducks will be shot elsewhere 
if not here. As long as there is shooting in the 
lakes around La Crosse there will be gunning. 
And just now the shooting's fine — better far 
than it ever is in the open season." 

Comment on the subject discussed by this 
newspaper is unnecessary in these columns, 
since every enlightened sportsman must cer- 
tainly be opposed to the spring shooting of wild- 
fowl and in hearty sympathy with the work 
of the game wardens. What we wish to impress 
upon the reader is that he owes it to the game 
warden in his district to see that none but 
rational articles relating to the fish and game 
laws appear in the local newspaper. The 
reader can readily appreciate what a blow the 
above -quoted article must have been to the 
warden in La Crosse. 

If an influential sportsman in any country 
town or small city will undertake to educate 

the editor of the town's representative news- 
paper in fish and game law matters, it can be 
done — provided, of course, that it is needed. 
If several such sportsmen in such a place will 
call upon the editor of a newspaper that does 
not properly support the cause of fish and game 
protection, they can bring about a change for 
the better. If the real sportsmen of any com- 
munity that supports a newspaper that is 
hostile to the game laws will refuse to patronize 
such newspaper and will denounce its editorial 
policy as being harmful to the best interests of 
all sportsmen, they can put a stop to the evil. 
We urge our readers to act on this suggestion 
wherever there is missionary work to do and 
if a subscription to Recreation will avail with 
the local editor, to send us his name. 

But for a mere game warden to "sass" the 
editor of his local newspaper, no matter how 
obscure the paper, would be as foolhardy as 
for an ordinary citizen of the lightweight class 
to remonstrate with a drunken policeman. 

The Warden and His Murderers 

It not infrequently happens that the hostile 
attitude of the public press toward a hard- 
working game warden swiftly deprives him of 
his position. Where politics cuts a figure in the 
fish and game commission, it is almost sure 
to get a good warden out of office as soon as he 
shows his hand. 

And then, again, there are other ways. As an 
example, let us take the case of I. Seeley Houk, 
who was until about April 15 last the Deputy 
Fish and Game Warden at New Castle, Pa. 

Some railroad men, passing along the bank 
of the Mahoning River, near Hilltown station, 
found the lifeless body of Houk lying at the 
bottom of a steep stone embankment, in water 
about two feet deep, where the river formed an 
eddy. The body lay face downward, with the 
arms extended. A long raincoat worn by the 
warden had been doubled up over his head, and 
upon this three heavy stones, each weighing 
fifty pounds or more, had been placed to keep 
the body from rising to the surface. Stones 
were piled on the feet and legs also. 

The coroner's post-mortem examination 
revealed frightful wounds about the dead war- 
den's breast and head, caused by a load of slugs 



fired from a shotgun. Apparently the body had 
been in the water for about two weeks. In the 
pockets of the dead man's clothes were found 
a gold watch, pair of binoculars that he always 
carried on his trips, a pair of eyeglasses, a 
memorandum book, containing letters be- 
smeared and blotted by the water, a pair of hand- 
cuffs, a bunch of keys and two hundred and 
eight dollars and eighty-five cents in money. 
His revolver was gone. 

Houk was too good a warden. 

When the reader reflects that there are just 
as desperate men in almost every community 
as the murderer or murderers of poor Houk, he 
must surely feel it his duty to discourage any 
criticism of the local game warden or his work. 
If the warden neglects his duty or if, on the 
other hand, he exceeds his authority so as to 
make himself obnoxious even to good sports- 
men, there is a way of having him removed that 
is more sane, more humane, than the holding of 
him up to public scorn in the daily newspapers, 
and thus inciting the more brutal of his enemies 
to take his life. 

Why kill the game warden? 

To Sportsmen of Oklahoma 

It is but sixteen years since white men, other 
than an occasional trapper, have had oppor- 
tunity to shoot game in Oklahoma, and their 
advent in any considerable numbers to the 
Indian Territory is still more recent. Even so 
late as five years ago prominent sportsmen of 
the East, returning, declared the Twin Terri- 
tories "God's country," and vowed if they were 
young men they'd go there to settle down. 
Some of them went there to live, anyway, and 
since all sportsmen are not too old to emigrate, 
they found they had company. Company and 
visitors — that's the story. The voices of the 
shotgun and the rifle were heard in the land, 
louder and more insistent than that of the mule 
whip, and it has now come to pass that the 
fruit growers of Oklahoma are asking for pro- 
tection of the insectivorous birds of the Terri- 

As fruit growers are commonly dull persons 
who set up scarecrows and take pot-shots at 
the robins, it would seem that there has been 
an awakening in the country just east of the 
Texas Pan Handle, an awakening not unlike 
that which the past winter brought to Texas, 
and Tennessee, and Alabama and Georgia. 
Too many crates of live bob-white quail being 
shipped East "for scientific purposes," too 
many Saratoga trunks and like innocent recep- 
tacles packed with the dead birds being 
expressed to St. Louis and Chicago. The fruit- 

growers and the sportsmen, and everybody else 
but the hirelings of the thieving commission 
houses, have suddenly come to realize the 
economic value of the bobwhite, and are one 
and all individually deploring the lack of public 
sentiment for the enforcement of the game laws. 

Game is still fairly abundant in the Twin 
Territories — soon to be the State of Oklahoma, if 
you please — and if the people of the sister com- 
monwealths will act now that they are awake, 
they can save their shooting — from themselves 
and from their friends who come via the Pull- 
man route. Every sportsman in Oklahoma or 
the Indian Territory has in himself a good, 
healthy chunk of public sentiment, and it but 
requires that enough get together — instead of 
continuing to individually deplore— and make a 
pool of their chunks, demanding the enforce- 
ment of the game laws in the statutes of the 
respective Territories, to insure for themselves 
good shooting for a long time to come. 

There is nothing in the deploring business, if 
conducted on a small scale. The way to stop 
illegal shooting and trapping of quail is to stop 
it. We would respectfully suggest to the 
sportsmen of Oklahoma that they turn in and 
organize a game protective association, the 
first intent of which shall be to arouse public 
sentiment against the illegal shooting and trap- 
ping of the Territories' vanishing supply of 
quail. We believe that Gen. J. C. Jamison, of 
Guthrie, formerly Adjutant-General of Mis- 
souri, could successfully launch such an organi- 
zation, and we call upon him and urge the sports- 
men of Oklahoma to write to him in the matter. 

The Eternal Wilderness 
Yes, that is true. We still have our " unman - 
stifled" places. And there shall come to us a 
wilderness here and another there, where now 
there is none. For everything moves in circles — 
which is not at all a new discovery — and the 
man who to-day laments a dearth of the wilder- 
ness may live long enough to find himself one 
day wielding an axe as dull as the pen he now 
bewails with — and forty miles from a grind- 

We shall not remonstrate with the writers 
who are picturing us going to eternal smash 
for want of tall timber. Their work is not 
without its good effect in staying the denudation 
of our near-by recreation grounds, and we are 
content to watch the wily old wilderness 
creeping up in the rear of the advancing army 
of invasion, reaching out with sure, silent 
fingers and reclaiming her own, building anew 
her razed stockades and unfurling to the winds 
her defiant bannerets. 



Save Your Quail 

In the public parks of Edinburgh, Scotland, 
in place of the conventional "Keep Off the 
Grass" signs, there are displayed sign -boards 
bearing the legend, "Citizens, Protect Your 
Property." Not so bad for the Land of the 
Thistle, and it suggests big possibilities, when 
applied to the protection of fish and game. 

In this country, in the Northern States, we 
have already been "carrying coals to New- 
castle," as regards our quail-shooting, and the 
crisis now approaching is that there will be no 
more coal to carry. In spite of the Lacey law, 
there has been carried on an astounding traffick- 
ing in live quail, the States of the South and 
Southwest being annually robbed to stock 
depleted coverts in the North. And even the 
game commissions of certain Northern States 
have not hesitated to buy live quail in the South 
"for scientific purposes." 

Where quail are so scarce as they have been in 
these instances, would it not be more honest — 
in view of the law forbidding the exportation of 
live quail from other States, except for scientific 
purposes — would it not be more sportsmanlike 
to stop shooting the home supply and let them 
do their own restocking? 

At any rate, whether we wish to be fair or not, 
the citizens of the States and Territories that 
have been so long systematically robbed — in the 
name of science! — are aroused. Texas sports- 
men have been hot after the quail-netters during 
the past winter, and the people of Alabama de- 
clare they are going to have an efficient game 
commission and stop the stealing of their quail. 

It is, indeed, the height of asinine "game 
propagation" for game commissioners and 
game associations of Northern States, where 
quail are practically extinct, to buy Southern 
quail in the winter and turn them down in the 
spring to mate and multiply and then let them 
all be killed off in the fall. In Massachusetts, 
where the native stock of quail has not survived 
the recent severe winters nor the excessive 
shooting, and where different sportsmen's 
associations have been systematically importing 
quail, regardless of the Lacey law, the open 
season for quail continues throughout the 
month of November. In Pennsylvania — whose 

Game Commission has only the past spring 
planted several hundred dozens of quail that 
were brought from the South — the open season 
is from November i to December i. And the 
State Game Commissioner openly confesses that 
there would not be one single quail in the Key- 
stone State to-day were it not for those which 
have been imported from time to time. In New 
Hampshire, the open season extends for two 
months and a -half, and in Vermont, for four 
months — despite the fact that quail are almost 
as rare in those States as snowballs are in July. 

These are just a few examples which show 
that the shooters want quail-shooting, regardless 
of where the quail come from or how long they 
last. But when it is stated that the game com- 
mission of the once great quail state of Illinois 
has found it necessary to disregard the Lacey law 
during the past spring, to brace up the quail 
supply, it should not strain the perception of 
the average quail-shooter — North or South — to 
figure out how long the sport will last in his 
vicinity, unless conditions change. 

We are shooting too many quail. We have 
cleaned them out of the older States of the North, 
and we of the North now go South to shoot off 
the supply down there, and, failing to accom- 
plish this in our allotted time, and with only one 
pair of legs each, we have a supply trapped and 
sent up home, to be turned out to breed and 
afford us shooting on our own grounds the next 
fall. A man living in New York City can shoot 
quail from November i to New Year's Day, and 
then he can go down to Mississippi and keep 
banging away till the first of May — a six months' 
quail season! And there are men who do it; 
and, furthermore, there are some who claim 
residence in more than one State. We happen 
to know positively of only one, who claims both 
New York State and Mississippi as his place of 
residence, he owning a home in each State, and 
so gets out of paying a non-resident license fee. 

When we remember that there are over 
300,000 (Government estimate) shooters in this 
country who hunt quail every year, and that a 
good percentage of these hunt both in the North 
and in the South, it is only reasonable to predict 
that, if conditions remain as they now are, the 
bob-white quail will soon, very soon, become one 



of our most rare, instead of our most common, 
game birds. 

The shooting season is once more drawing 
near, and in the absence of better protection by 
law, Recreation appeals to the quail-shooters 
of the land to save the quail. Do not depend 
upon legislation and the game warden. Do 
not depend upon some other State to supply 
more when you have killed all there are in your 
State that the hawks and the owls and the 
weasels and Jack Frost have not taken. Leave 
some for seed. It is not supposed that a sports- 
man will kill the last quail of a flock, but even 
some very well-taught sportsmen have a little 
way of forgetting their training when birds are 
scarce. We appeal to the quail-shooters of the 
land, wherever they may be, to each of them 
spare two or three quail this year. Think of 
what this would mean! If fifty quail-shooters 
in any county in any State, where it has been 
necessary to import quail, will each spare two 
birds this fall, it will mean that 100 quail, many 
of them, no doubt, native-born, will be left in that 
county to breed another year. Let the members 
of sportsmen's associations pledge themselves to 
such action, and it will not be necessary to try 
to get live quail from the South next winter. We 
say try, because another year will bring great 
changes in the attitude of the Southern people 
toward the quail-thieves. There will certainly 
be a strong shotgun quarantine against quail- 
netters in Texas, and the commission merchant 
who can deliver live Alabama quail will be a 

In conclusion, let us recommend for Northern 
quail-shooters the action of the Game Commis- 
sion of the good State of Illinois. Prairie chick- 
ens, once so plentiful in the Sucker State, have 
long since dwindled in numbers to a pitifully 
small supply; wild turkeys are no more, and 
bob-white quail are becoming almost as precious 
as the pinnated grouse. So the State Game 
Commission has started, seriously, to raising 
these birds on farms, bought for the purpose, 
and from the stock there raised in immunity 
from hunters and cared for through the rigors of 
winter will be trapped at times birds for stock- 
ing the depleted coverts of the State. Illinois 
intends hereafter to respect the Lacey law and 
raise her own game birds. The sooner other 
States where game has become scarce follow 
her example, the surer will the game supply of 
the country hold out. But as can readily be 
understood, all legislation must be futile, all the 
good work of State game commissions come to 
naught, unless the sportsmen of the country are 
sincere in their wish to have the game pro- 
tected. If quail-shooting becomes a thing of the 
past, no one will be to blame but the quail- 

Propagating Wild Rice 

Recreation is constantly in receipt of re- 
quests for information on the subject of planting 
wild rice as a means to feeding wildfowl, and as 
the harvest season is now approaching we will 
quote the best authority we know, i.e., the 
Bureau of Plant Industry, United States De- 
partment of Agriculture. 

In Bulletin No. 90, Part 1, issued on Septem- 
ber 7 of last year, Mr. J. W. T. Duvel, of the 
seed laboratory, says in part: 

The many failures in the propagation of wild 
rice from seed have been due to the use of seed that 
had become dry before sowing, or to the fact that 
the seed when sown fresh in the autumn had been 
eaten by ducks or other animals or was carried 
away by heavy floods before germination took 

It is now very generally known that the seed of 
wild rice, if once allowed to become dry, will not 
germinate, save possibly an occasional grain. In 
its natural habitat the seed, as soon as mature, falls 
into the water and sinks into the mud beneath, 
where it remains during the winter months, ger- 
minating the following spring if conditions are 

Heretofore the plan generally followed, and the 
one usually recommended by those who have given 
some attention to the propagation of wild rice, was 
practically that of natural seeding; that is, to gather 
the seed in the autumn, as soon as thoroughly 
mature, and while still fresh to sow it in one to 
three feet of water. 

It must be remembered that the bulk of the seed 
remains dormant during the winter, germinating 
first the spring after maturing; consequently, with 
but few exceptions, fall seeding is unsatisfactory 
and unreliable. Fall seeding is likely to prove a 
failure for three reasons: (1) Wild ducks and 
other animals of various kinds eat or destroy the 
seed in considerable quantity before it has had 
time to germinate the following spring; (2) much 
of the seed is frequently covered so deeply with 
mud that washes in from the shore during the 
winter that the young plants die of suffocation and 
starvation before they reach the surface; (3) in 
some cases a large quantity of the seed is carried 
away from the place where sown by the high 
waters and floating ice prevalent during the latter 
part of the winter and early spring. 

In exceptional cases these difficulties can be 
overcome; under which circumstances autumn 
sowing may be preferable to spring sowing. In the 
majority of cases, however, much better results will 
be obtained if the seed is properly stored and sown 
in the early spring, as soon as the danger of heavy 
floods is passed and the water level approaches 

In sowing the seed considerable care must be 
exercised in selecting a suitable place, securing the 
proper depth of water, etc. Good results can be 
expected if the seed is sown in from 1 to 3 feet of 
water which is not too stagnant or too swiftly mov- 
ing, with a thick layer of soft mud underneath. 
It is useless to sow wild rice seed on a gravelly 

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bottom or in water where the seed will be con- 
stantly disturbed by strong currents. 

Previous to this time, save in a few reported 
cases, the seed which was allowed to dry during 
the winter and was sown the following spring gave 
only negative results. It is now definitely known 
that wild rice, if properly handled, can be stored 
during the winter without impairing the quality of 
germination to any appreciable degree, and that 
it can be sown the following spring or summer with 
good success. 

The vitality of wild rice seed is preserved 
almost perfectly if kept wet in cold storage — 
nature's method of preservation. This method of 
storage implies that the seed has been properly 
harvested and cared for up to the time of storage. 
The seed should be gathered as soon as mature, 
put loosely into sacks (preferably burlap) and sent 
at once to the cold-storage rooms. If the wild rice 
fields are some distance from the cold-storage 
plant the sacks of seed should be sent by express, 
and unless prompt delivery can be guaranteed, it 
is not advisable to send by freight even for com- 
paratively short distances. It is very important 
that the period between the time of harvesting and 
the time when the seed is put into cold storage be 
as short as possible. If this time is prolonged to 
such an extent as to admit of much fermentation 
or to allow the seed near the outside of the bags to 
become dry during transit, its vitality will be greatly 

It is not practicable to give any definite length 
of time which may elapse between harvesting and 
storing, inasmuch as the temperature, humidity 
and general weather conditions, as well as the 
methods of handling the seed, must be taken into 
consideration. Let it suffice to say, however, that 
the vitality of the seed will be the stronger the 
sooner it is put into cold storage after harvesting. 

As soon as the seed is received at the cold-storage 
plant, while it is still fresh and before fermentation 
has taken place, it should be put into buckets, open 
barrels or vats, covered with fresh water and placed 
at once in cold storage. If there is present a con- 
siderable quantity of light immature seed or straw, 
broken sticks, etc., it will be profitable to separate 
this from the good seed by floating in water pre- 
paratory to storing. The storage room should be 
maintained at a temperature just above freezing — 
what the storage men usually designate as the 
"chill room." 

When taken from cold storage in the spring the 
seed must not be allowed to dry out before planting, 
as a few days' drying will destroy every embryo. 

Seed which was stored under the foregoing con- 
ditions (temperature 32-34 F.) from October 19, 
1903, to November 15, 1904, 393 days, germinated 
from 80 to 88 per cent. Another lot of seed, which 
was stored on October 6, 1904, and tested for 
vitality on April 17, 1905, germinated 79.8 per 

From the foregoing it will be seen that none 
but the best of freshly harvested seed should be 
bought for planting purposes, and that it should 
be hurried immediately to a cold-storage house. 
Do not, therefore, buy seed from any one adver- 

tising to have it "in stock" but rather arrange 
with some one in the wild rice country to have as 
many bags as are desired gathered and ex- 
pressed straight from the marsh to the storage 
house. It can be shipped or stored for a short 
time in small burlap bags, packed in slatted 
boxes with dampened excelsior or sphagnum 
moss. But care must be taken that the box is 
not packed too tight. There must be some 
slight circulation of air or fermentation will 
immediately set in. So packed, the seed may 
be four or five days in transportation and come 
through safely. 

We do not know any one who could be relied 
upon to gather and ship the rice properly, but 
in all probability Mr. E. P. Jaques, Aitkin, 
Minn., could arrange with the Indians for a 
supply, if parties interested would write him. 
If he could be prevailed upon to do the job him- 
self it would be well, but it is quite certain that 
both he and his son Lee will be in search of 
better sport about the time the rice is ripe. 

Drift of Bullets 

A correspondent has asked for an explanation 
of the causes of drift. This somewhat obscure 
phenomenon is the lateral motion of the bullet, 
caused by the spin imparted to it by the rifling 
and the resistance of the air. A bullet fired 
from a smooth bore does not drift, neither 
would a bullet if it were fired in vacuo. 

With bullets having rounded heads, such as 
the usual service bullets of the great military 
nations, the drift is to the left with left-hand 
rifling, and to the right with right-hand rifling; 
other things remaining unchanged, the greater 
the twist the greater the drift. At short ranges, 
where the trajectory is nearly flat, the drift is 
nearly imperceptible; but at extreme ranges, 
owing to the greater curvature of the trajectory 
and to the fact that the bullet has lost but little 
of its spin, though its forward velocity is greatly 
diminished, the drift always increases rapidly. 

The most reasonable explanation of the way 
in which the spin of the bullet and the resistance 
of the air produce drift is here given; but no 
definite proof exists as to its correctness. It is 
stated here, not as an established law, but to 
let the reader know what the probable cause is 
thought to be. It is, known as the "rolling 
theory." When the rifle is fired at a distant 
object on the same level, the axis of the barrel 
is directed above the object at the instant the 
bullet leaves the muzzle, consequently, the 
axis of the bullet starts in this line, but when 
the bullet arrives at the object, it is found to be 
pointing slightly downward, practically parallel 
to the trajectory. This change of direction of 

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The man from the city finds he doesn't know everything, after all, and that a chickaree is not a squirrel, from 

a sportsman's viewpoint 

the bullet is recognized by the fact that the 
bullet-marks in canvas or wooden targets are as 
nearly as possible circular, and is due to the 
action of the resistance of the air upon the 

This turning action of the air upon the 
bullet does not come into play when the axis of 
the bullet is truly tangential to the trajectory, 
therefore it is only when the bullet has got its 
nose above the trajectory that the turning effect 
begins to take place. It is probable that the 
turning effect never quite keeps pace with the 
flight of the bullet along the trajectory, so that 
the nose of the bullet on the average keeps 
slightly above the trajectory. The air would 
then be highly compressed in front of the 
bullet and underneath it. Now suppose the 
bullet is spinning with .a left-hand twist, there 
would be greater friction between the under- 
side of the bullet and the compressed air than 
between the top side of the bullet and the un- 
compressed air; therefore, the bullet would roll 
to the left. Again, the spin of the bullet would 
tend to drive the compressed air from under 
the bullet to the right; consequently, there 

would be greater air pressure on the right side 
of the bullet than to the left; therefore, the bullet 
would be edged off to the left. As the range 
increases the velocity of the bullet and the 
resistance of the air decrease, but the spin of 
the bullet remains nearly the same, and the 
curvature of the trajectory increases; therefore, 
under these conditions the nose of the bullet 
would tend to keep higher above the trajectory 
and the cushion of compressed air below the 
bullet would be greater than the amount of 
drift at long ranges. Another explanation of 
drift ascribes it to what is known as gyroscopic 
action. This somewhat difficult theory is not 
so probable as that just given, to our mind, as 
owing to the small diameter of a modern bullet 
in proportion to its length the gyroscopic action 
should not be pronounced enough to cause the 
drift, which we know actually occurs. 

On Grouse Shooting 

The best of upland bird-shooting in the East- 
ern States is afforded by the ruffed grouse, and 
for the benefit of those who are not "old hands," 



we will quote the-4atc Sylvester D. Judd, of the 
Biological Survey, as to their preference of 
ranging places: 

In Virginia and Maryland, near the city of Wash- 
ington, the species is, or was until recently, not 
uncommon along the rocky palisades of the Poto- 
mac and in deep gorges lined with laurel thickets. 
In Essex County, N. J., it frequents* the crest of a 
wooded basaltic dike known as the Orange Moun- 
tains, where the picturesque, rocky woods, with a 
good stand of deciduous trees and an undergrowth 
of blueberry, second growth white oak, wild grape 
and bittersweet vines and beds of partridgeberry 
furnish a congenial home. That ruffed grouse 
prefer deciduous to evergreen growths was par- 
ticularly noticed by the writer in 1892 and 1898 at 
Chocorna, N. H., a hamlet between Lake Winne- 
pesaukee and the White Mountains. On his tramps 
through heavy spruce forests remote from houses 
or clearings he seldom came across grouse. He 
frequently met them, however, in woodland near 
farms or in clearings, and particularly along wood 
roads. . . During October, birds were often found 
in hemlock woods, with an undergrowth of 
Bermuda ferns or other vegetation. 

In flight it is one of the swiftest of upland game 
birds, and considerable skill, a quick eye and a 
steady hand are needed to shoot it on the wing. 
Most shots must be made in cover, and the bird's 
habit of putting a tree between itself and the sports- 
man as it flies away adds to the difficulty. As a rule, 
it does not lie nearly so close to a dog as a bob- 
white, but before a well-trained, cautious animal 
it lies fairly well. 

A reasonable limit to the day's bag should be set 
by law. Kansas, Maine and Wisconsin restrict the 
number to fifteen; Montana and Oregon to ten, 
and Ohio to six. Vermont, Pennsylvania and 
Connecticut have a limit of five grouse per day to a 
gun, and in the latter State, as well as in New 
York, no more than thirty-six can be taken in a 

November 18 it may, when accompanied by the 
owner, lawfully remain in the possession of a 
common carrier the additional time necessary to 

deliver it to its destination. 

New York Deer Season Shortened 
The Legislature of 1906 amended Section 2 
of the State game law by making the close 
season for deer from November 16 to Septem- 
ber 30, inclusive. Section 4 was amended by 
providing that wild deer or venison shall not 
be possessed or sold from November 25 to 
September 30 inclusive; that possession from 
midnight of the 15th of November to the 24th 
of November shall be presumptive evidence 
that it was unlawfully taken. Also, that deer 
or venison killed in this State shall not be 
accepted by a common carrier for transportation 
from November 19 to September 30 inclusive, 
but if possession is obtained for transportation 
after September 30 and before midnight of 

*Not very frequent. — Ed- 

Fine Big Horn Trophies 

While in Tacoma, Wash., on his way to 
Alaska with the expedition to climb Mi 
McKinley, Mr. Belmore Browne, Recreatio 
special correspondent, took measurements of 
the horns of three freshly killed Rocky Moun- 
tain sheep heads owned by W. F. Sheard, the 
collector. Writing from Seward, Alaska, he- 
gives the measurements as follows: 

NO. I. 



Outside length 43J 

Base circum. 
12 in. from base. 
18 u " 

22 « u u 

38 - " - 

This head would have measured 6 inches more 
in length if it had not been broken. 

NO. II. 




tside length. . 

-- 43 

Base circum 

-• 17! 

12 in. from base. 

-- 17* 


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Outside length 38! 

Outside length 35 

Base circum 17^ 

Base circum 17! 

12 in. from base. . . 15I 

1 2 in. from base. ... 1 5 f 

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Outside length 34I 

Outside length 35 

Base circum 17^ 

Base circum 17I 

12 in. from base. . . 15I 

12 in. from base 15^ 

18 tf u " ... 12J 

18 " " ■ .... i 3 4 

22 " u "... IOtS 

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Deer Plenty in Michigan 

State Game and Fish Warden C. H. Chap- 
man, of Michigan, predicts that the coming 
season will be the best for deer hunters in 
several years. 

"The mild winter was a good thing for the 
deer," writes Mr. Chapman. "The weather 
was not as cold as usual and the snow was not 
deep. Consequently the animals should be in 
good condition. The wolves are very thick, 
according to reports from various sections of 
the upper peninsula, notwithstanding the State 
and county bounties, and in some places they 
did considerable damage." 


Salmon Fishing on Commencement Bay 


Lovers of real fishing who have never visited 
this part of the country have missed half their 
lives. Tacoma, Wash., is situated on the finest 
harbor in the world, at the head of ocean naviga- 
tion on Puget Sound. I am only one woman 
out of many who enjoy fishing, and eagerly look 
forward to the time when the trout season opens, 
that I may cast for the fine fish that bounce like 
a rubber ball, so firm they are, when taken from 
the ice-cold streams that empty into the bay. 

Now, to catch one of those spotted, gamy 
tyhee salmon: First, you want a linen line, of 
good size and about ioo feet long. On the end 
of this place a swivel and fasten a good linen 
line twelve or fifteen feet long and smaller than 
the other with a 
sixteen or twenty- 
ounce sinker; in 
this smaller, or 
leader line, place 
one or two swivels, 
as they keep the 
line from kinking; 
then on the end 
of this leader line 
put another 
swivel, with a snap 
fastener. Now 
take a swivel and 
to it fasten a wire 
leader three feet 
long and with a 
swivel on the other 
end, and to this 
last swivel fasten 
your salmon hook. 
Several of these 
wire leaders may 
be fixed and bait- 
ed, as it saves so 
much time while 
trolling, for when 
a tyhee strikes 
your bait and you 
do not hook him, 
you have to put 
out a fresh her- 


ring, as they will not strike at a ragged herring. 
By having several hooks baited, you can unsnap 
and put on a baited hook in only a few seconds. 
During the herring run these are the only 
bait a tyhee will take, and with a herring rake 
you can secure herring by the hundred, and the 
salmon feed right where the herring are the 

Now, to bait your hook : Take a wire needle 
six or seven inches long, insert at the vent of the 
herring and out of its mouth, and in the hook of 
this needle catch the ring of the swivel on your 
wire leader and pull it through the herring. 
Snap on your hook so that the bend is next to 
the herring's tail. Then with a thread sew the 
herring's mouth up neatly and securely; this 
makes him appear like a live one in the water. 
Now your leader is baited, so snap it on your 

line, see that rod 
and reel are all 
right and you are 
ready. Be sure 
your gaff hook 
and salmon club 
are in your boat. 

Pull out past 
the sea weeds, 
throw out your 
herring and pull 
along until you 
have let out about 
sixty or seventy 
feet of line. Row 
on slowly and 
when anything 
jerks that line it's 
sure a salmon. 
When it does, slide 
in your oars, give 
a little jerk to the 
rod, and from the 
end of your boat 
you can, play your 
fish. Never give 
him slack line or 
he's gone, and 
don't hurry, for he 
may come up to 
the side of your 
boat and quicker 



than you can think he is gone again and 
takes every inch of your line, then stops and 
jerks four or five times until you imagine 
your line will surely break. Then up again he 
comes and you reel in line as fast as possible. 
When he turns on his side, then's your time to 
gaff him, for he rests for a second, and is gone 
again, with more fight than ever. I shall never 
forget the first big one I landed when alone in my 
boat. He looked like a small-sized whale and 
seven times he took out my line and jerked and 
towed me around in fine shape, and I am not yet 
just sure how I got him in the boat. They 
accused me of actually standing on the seat of 
the boat in my excitement, and I do know I 
never got such a shower bath in my life as that 
fish gave me. 

Recreation Lodge, my fishing place, is on the 
beach in what is called the Narrows, through 
which the waters of Puget Sound must pass to 
fill the endless bays in the upper sound. The 
waters of the Narrows are necessarily deep and 
tremendously swift, forming eddies and pools 
near the shore. And in these the tyhee run in 
great numbers from about the 10th of May 
until November 1. From May till August the 
herring run is fine, but from then I use a 
peculiarly shaped brass spoon, called the dart- 
ing spoon, and this is the only one a tyhee is 
known to take when the herring are gone. 

About 100 families camp along the beach 
near Recreation Lodge, and it is a beautiful 
sight to see from twenty to M forty rowboats 
trolling up and down, each one eager to catch 
and land a larger salmon than his neighbor. 
About two hours on each tide this fun lasts, and 
it is worth all the other fishing combined. Come, 
catch and land one, sit down and have it served 
to you, and be convinced. 

The Fish of Fish 


From early June until mid -August the salmon 
fisherman thinks of but one thing — his favorite 
sport. Even "Jim" Hill, railway magnate and 
busy man of affairs, lets all drop in June and 
August and gives himself over to the enjoyment 
of a sport that is the peer of any. Just now, as 
I write, his magnificent steam yacht " Wacouta " 
is lying restless at her moorings, like the beauti- 
ful, almost living thing she is, awaiting her 
master. In a few days he will be far down the 
stern shores of the St. Lawrence, battling with 
fish that, pound for pound, are not to be matched 
in the world. 

And the said Jim Hill has a long head; he is 
very likely to get the best of all that is going. 
In fact, he is a safe man to follow, whether in 
the stock market or by the salmon stream— if 

he gives you the tip — and those looking for 
exciting sport during the first part of August 
should try the north shore of the St. Lawrer 
Of course, many a good fisherman is without a 
steam yacht to transport himself and his tackle 
to his chosen water, but as there are other means 
of reaching it, this is not an insurmountable 
obstacle. A very decent steamship runs every 
ten days, and another equally as good every 
fortnight, from Quebec as far as Esquimaux 
Point, passing on the way streams that are 
famous in song and story (or at least should be). 
A cabin passage to the extreme point costs but 
$15. With a view to helping the readers of 
Recreation to get their share of excellent 
salmon-fishing, I shall give a few particulars 
of the rivers of the Mingafi Seigniery, which are 
fishable by arrangement with the proprietors, 
and at a very small cost— taking all things into 

The first stream of any importance reached 
by the steamers is the Birch River. It is 340 
miles east of Quebec, and is generally made in 
less than thirty-six hours. One or two rods, 
early in the season, can find all the fishing in 
this river for salmon and trout that they desire, 
while the big "sea trout" just crowd the 
stream, until, as Pat said, the "water bees stiff 
wid 'em." 

The Manitou is a large river, fifteen miles 
east of Birch River; easy of access, and con- 
venient, being a stream in which no wading is 
necessary, all the casts being fishable from a 

The Sheldrake, eight miles east of the Mani- 
tou, is a medium -sized stream that offers par- 
ticularly favorable conditions for salmon-fish- 
ing early in the season, as the trout do not run 
until late. Trout are not beloved by the salmon 
fisherman, pure and simple, as they rise so 
determinedly and so quickly that they do not 
give the more stately salmon a fair chance at 
the fly. After you have hooked and played a 
few four-pound trout in a pool you may not rise 
a salmon for several hours, and if the trout are 
running, you will find the pool swarming with 
them once more. Sir Rose Price, the lessee of 
the Jupiter River, Anticosti Island, some years 
ago, was driven from his river by the sea trout. 

Thunder River is the name of the next 
stream. It is six miles east of the Sheldrake 
and, though it yields a few salmon, is more of a 
trout river. There is an admirable harbor for 
a small yacht near~the mouth of the river. 

A large river, known as the Magpie, is the 
next "open" stream met on the eastward way. 
It is a very large river, and a very savage one, 
there being no settlements along its shores. 
The salmon only run for the first quarter of a 
mile, as some high falls bar their access to the 



upper waters. In days to come fish ladders 
will remedy this state of affairs, and then the 
Magpie will be one of the best streams of the 
North Shore. 

The Mingan is a river that is known wherever 
salmon fishermen congregate. It has been 
fished by wandering anglers for a generation or 
two, and the salmon taken on the rod have 

age is but half a mile from the first pool, so tha 
camping out is not necessary, if you have a 
yacht or coasting craft at your disposal. Thi 
is an advantage in fly time, as on the water one 
does not suffer from those active, indefatigable 
mosquitoes, black flies and midgets whose atten- 
tions are directed especially to the nice, tender, 
juicy man from the city. 


numbered into the tens of thousands. But the 
fishing is as good as ever, and needs just as 
long a purse as ever, which puts it out of the 
reach of the average man. Fish up to thirty- 
eight pounds have been taken, and the average 
of all is more than fourteen pounds. There are 
but few trout. 

It is to the smaller rivers that the compara- 
tively poor man must look for his sport. The 
men of money have taken possession of the big, 
first-class rivers. For pure sport give me, how- 
ever, a small river, where the pools may be 
waded and where a big following of hangers- 
on is neither necessary nor desirable. 

The Bear River, thirty-five miles east of 
Mingan, is an attractive stream. It is small, 
well stocked with fish and not netted. There 
is a safe harbor at the entrance, and the anchor- 

The Corncille is but three miles from Bear 
River. It is a good salmon stream, easy of 
access, with a good harbor, protected by a 
chain of islands. The Corneille is a late river, 
and more renowned for its grilse and trout-fish- 
ing than for its salmon, though numbers of the 
latter have been taken on the rod. The grilse, 
it may be remarked, is the young salmon re- 
turning for the first time to its native river from 
the sea. It runs during the first weeks of July, 
whereas the adult salmon begin to run in 

The Pishteebee comes next on the list. It is a 
first-class little river, and one that should give 
better sport than has yet been the case, if fished 
by a party not in too great a hurry to leave. 
Sometimes the eariy fishing is disappointing, 
but, sooner or later, there is always a heavy run 



of fish, and the rod that is ready will reap the 

Three miles east of the last-named river is 
the Minacougan. The fishing waters extend 
for but half a mile, but in that distance there 
are at least five good pools. Fishing is either 
from a canoe or from the shore. A good harbor 
exists near the mouth. 

The Little Watischon, eight miles farther 
east, is large enough for two or three rods. 
But the best sport is over by the end of July, 
though there are great quantities of trout in the 
river all through the summer. 

A stretch of twenty miles extends between 
the little Watischon and the Mapissipi. This 
stream has been little fished, but is netted, and 
yields sometimes 500 salmon, so there should 
be some fishing. The salmon run to a good 
size, occasionally up to thirty pounds. There 
is no harbor, but fine camping grounds are near 
the pools. 

The Agwanis is the last river on my list. It 
is eight miles from the Mapissipi. It is prac- 
tically unknown except in its lower reaches, but 
must be capable of a great yield, as the nets 
account for at least 600 salmon a season, and 
some years many more. 

Fishermen going to this coast should under- 
stand that, except at Mingan (leased), there 
are no accommodations whatever. All must 
either camp out or live aboard. Wages are 
very low, the best men asking but $1.50 a day. 
It is usual to take canoemen from the Saguenay, 
as well as canoes. There are telegraph and 
post ofiEices at nearly all the rivers, as the 
Dominion maintains a telegraph line running 
to Belle Isle, at the mouth of the St. Lawrence. 
There are three mails a month along the coast. 

There is, of course, most excellent wildfowl- 

shooting all along this shore later in the season, 
but this does not come under the heading I 
have chosen for this article. Perhaps, if the 
editor gives his sanction, I may in some future 
issue give a few hints as to the best places for 
duck and other shooting. 

For Casting Clubs 

In view of the continually increasing interest 
in fly and bait casting tournament or contest 
work the Chicago Fly Casting Club will be 
glad to send, free of charge, to any one interested 
in this delightful adjunct to the sport of angling, 
a copy of its " Constitution, Rules and Events," 
on application to George A. Davis, secretary 
and treasurer, 24 Sherman Street, Chicago. 

This book is the result of fourteen years' ex- 
perience and careful compilation and revision. 
It is believed these rules represent the best 
modern methods in the events enumerated, 
and that the events conform, as far as possible, 
to the most largely practiced methods of 
scientific angling in America. This offer is 
made solely to promote the very enjoyable 
sport of tournament or contest work and a 
more widespread knowledge of prevailing 
methods, and it is sincerely hoped there will 
be a good response. Send a stamp to cover 

The Kalamazoo Tournament 

The biggest thing of its kind ever held in 
this country will be the World's Tournament 
of Bait and Fly Casting, at Kalamazoo, Mich., 
on August 3 and 4, under the auspices of the 
Kalamazoo Bait and Fly Casting Club. At 
this writing eight events are booked and there 
is promise of a very successful tournament, 
every way. 



The Selection of Apparatus 
When an amateur buys an article it is his 
right to demand, and the seller's obligation to 
see, that the article purchased shall be fully 
equal to the claims made for it. When one 
buys a camera, lens or shutter bearing the 
name of a reputable maker he can be assured 
that back of his purchase is a sufficient guaran- 
tee to make good any defect, without argument 
or unnecessary delay. All reputable makes of 
photographic apparatus are of such a high 
standard of excellence that it is impossible to 
discriminate in favor of or against any of them. 
So uniform are the various grades of the 
reputable makers' goods, that a jury of experts 
cannot detect in the finished work which make 
of camera, lens or shutter is used, and the selec- 
tion of any of these can safely be a matter of 
individual choice, the purchaser feeling assured 
that he is receiving as good value for the 
amount expended as can be obtained. 

Our advice to the amateur is, " Get acquaint- 
ed, either personally or by letter, with the 
nearest reputable dealer." He wants your 
trade and will do more to retain it, will treat 
you better and give greater value in return 
for your patronage than any of the far-away 
mail-order concerns who put so much stress on 
their cheapness and not infrequently have the 
stock of some defunct concern which never 
existed, a lot of inferior stuff, to unload upon 
the uninformed amateur. It is against this 
class only that we discriminate, and having 
personally tested some of the goods, we warn our 
friends to let them alone. This is without 
prejudice to those reputable dealers who take 
in exchange for other goods cameras, lenses 
and other apparatus, and then sell them for 
what they are, second-hand. If a dealer 
carrying the line of goods desired is not avail- 
able, order from the manufacturer direct. 

For general amateur use, especially for 
instantaneous work, one of the standard hand 
cameras, so-called, is recommended. It may 
be of any size, from the smallest to 5 x 7 
inclusive. Regardless of the size, when larger 
pictures are desired very satisfactory enlarge- 
ments can be made from any good negative. 
As good work can be done with a film as with 
a plate camera, and while the use of the former 

will be more convenient (loading, unloading 
and developing can be done anywhere without 
a dark-room) the plate camera will be less ex- 
pensive to operate. For commercial work there 
is no better all round size than 6% x 8^, al- 
though larger sizes can be used; but they are 
not recommended as they are too cumbersome 
and only in exceptional cases will they prove 
as profitable. The camera should have a sliding 
front and a double swing back; if it has a long 
draw, both front and back focusing move- 
ments, it will do for a copying camera, an en- 
larging camera and on many occasions be ser- 
viceable when a camera of different construction 
would not. 

In the consideration of lenses, especially for 
cameras of this type, we come in conflict with 
a variety of opinions. There are some who 
would have nothing but a wide angle, others 
who would not use one unless they could not 
do the work without it. There are some pic- 
torial workers who prefer a good single lens. 
And there are others who are satisfied only 
with a modern anastigmat. With all these con- 
flicting opinions, how shall the inexperienced 
amateur decide? There is no lens that will 
meet all requirements. The purchaser must 
be governed in his selection by the classes of 
work he intends to do. For general com- 
mercial work, which includes architectural 
subjects, and when but one lens can be afforded 
at the beginning, we advise that a wide angle be 
selected. For pictorial work, choose a lens 
with a focal length equal at least to the diagonal 
measurement of the plate; it may be a recti- 
linear, an anastigmat, or, for landscape work 
only, a single lens. The same rectilinears and 
anastigmats are recommended for home por- 
traiture and for groups. For copying, select a 
rectilinear or an anastigmat of not more than 
a six-inch focal length. But let the amateur 
who cannot afford so many lenses be not dis- 
couraged. Some rectilinears and most of the 
anastigmats, when moderately stopped down, 
will cut much larger plates than the sizes for 
which they are listed, and a lens of six- or 
seven-inch focus, no matter what its construc- 
tion may be, is a medium wide angle if it 
covers a 6\ x 8£ plate. We know of an instance 
where an amateur used a rectilinear of about 



six-inth focus on a camera two sizes larger 
than the plate for which the lens was listed to 
cover. His methods were to use the lens with 
both combinations in place for copying and 
commerical work, and the back lens alone, 
which had a focal length of about twelve 
inches, for landscape and general pictorial 
purposes. When using alone either combina- 
tion of a double lens, the length of focus of the 
single combination is greater than when both 
combinations are used together; with the rapid 
rectilinear and most anastigmats, the focus of 
the single is twice the focal length of the double 
combination. And with the triple convertible 
lens, the focal length of the back lens is a little 
less, of the front lens a little more, than twice 
the focal length of the double. The above 
methods of working are not the best. They 
are recommended to the amateur who can 
afford but one lens, so he can get the most out 
of his investment. 

While we, personally, prefer the hand camera 
for instantaneous work, we can offer no reason- 
able objection to the regular view camera being 
used for the same purpose. The short focus 
lens will not now be as satisfactory. The 
single combination may be too slow. A recti- 
linear or an anastigmat is recommended, and 
if it is at least one size larger than the lens 
listed to cover the plate used it will be the more 
satisfactory, as it usually is necessary to place 
the camera where it will be a considerable 
distance from the subjects, and by having a 

larger and longer focus lens, the image of the 
subjects will be larger on the plate. 

For general work with a view camera, we 
prefer a behind-the-lens shutter, with tubing 
and bulb attachment, as it will be sufficient for 
any number of lenses that there may be occasion 
to use. If we were to do instantaneous work 
with a camera of this type, we would prefer a 
focal plane shutter fitted to an extra back, which 
can be put aside when its use is not required. 

A good tripod is also essential. Even though 
the hand camera is used exclusively, there are 
occasions when a tripod is needed. It should 
not be a featherweight affair but sufficiently 
heavy and rigid to support the camera in a 
stiff breeze without trembling. 

Gaslight Printing Dodges 
Papers like velox, cyco and others, which can 
be printed by electric, gas and lamp light and 
developed without fogging three feet from the 
flame of a half-inch oil-wick, are very popular 
with the amateur. These papers can be ob- 
tained in two grades: one for contrasty, the 
other for soft negatives. They are of various 
surfaces: rough, smooth, matte, semi-gloss and 
glossy; and with proper treatment they will 
yield prints that few others can equal. It is 
not our purpose to pad our limited space by 
repeating the ample instructions which are en- 
closed with every package of these papers, but 
rather to suggest how troubles arising from 

Copyright igos, by E. E. Bowman 


Hy Arthur Inkc rsley 


their use can be remedied, and the best results 

Stains may be caused by forcing the develop- 
ment of underexposures; by a contaminated 
developer, or one that has become muddy; by 
insufficient rinsing between development and 
fixing, or by too high a temperature of the solu- 
tions. The amateur may resort to every remedy 
which the causes of his trouble suggest, and 
still have stains of the most obstinate kind, 
which seem to baffle every effort to suppress 
them. There may be a longer exposure and a 
shorter development; a new developer may be 
prepared; the solutions may be made ice-cold, 
yet there may be stains. Their cause must be 
sought elsewhere. Examine your developing 
tray. If the bottom and sides are coated with a 
deposit which has accumulated with continued 
use, there will be stains until that deposit is 
removed. Ordinary washing will not affect it, 
but if a solution of citric acid be poured into 

the tray and allowed to remain a-half hour or 
longer, the stain-producing deposit will become 
so loosened that it can be easily washed away 
Citric acid, though slower in its action than 
some of the more corrosive acids, is recom- 
mended because of its harmlessness and its 
having none of the poisonous fumes of the 
stronger acids. 

If blisters appear it will usually be in the 
wash water, after fixing. They can often be 
prevented by transferring the prints, one by 
one, into two or three changes of water to 
remove the surplus hypo, and then immersing 
them for about one minute in a saturated solu- 
tion of alum. The washing can then be con- 
tinued as usual. 

Abrasion marks, which are very common 
with the glossy papers, and appear occasionally 
on some of the others, can be removed by rub- 
bing the print with a tuft of cotton previously 
moistened with alcohol There will be little 

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danger of injuring the print, as the alcohol 
has a toughening effect on the gelatine surface. 

There are some who argue that, "regardless 
of the quality of the negative used, the ex- 
posures ought always to be made at the same 
distance from the light." But by experience 
we have learned that with a thin, weak negative 
a better print can be made by a longer exposure 
at three feet than by a very brief exposure at 
six inches from the same light. Also, that 
with a dense, harsh negative the better print 
is made by working close to the light. When 
one side of the negative prints very dark, the 
other very light, the print will be improved if 
the exposure is made with the dense part of 
the negative nearer the light, and, if necessary, 
the thinner part of the negative should be 
shielded with a card or other opaque material, 
which should be kept moving slightly to pre- 
vent a sharp line in the print, while a prolonged 
exposure is given the stronger part. Or, by 
cutting a small opening in a cardboard and 
holding the card so the light shall pass through 
the opening and onto any figure or other parts 
of the negative, such parts can be given all the 
extra exposure they require to secure for them 
the best effect in the print. 

With the metol-hydrochinon in which these 
papers are usually developed, the development 
will continue even after the print is in the rinsing 
water and if the print is a little overexposed it 
will become too dark before the action of the 
developer is stopped. But with a little citric 
acid dissolved in the rinsing water, all alkalin- 
ity carried by the print from the developer will 
be rapidly neutralized and this extra develop- 
ment more quickly arrested. 

Should the print be a little dark, it can be 
transferred from the hypo to a very weak solu- 
tion of red prussiate of potassium; or this 
solution can be applied to the print with a tuft 
of cotton, and when the print is lightened suffi- 
ciently, it should be rinsed in water to stop the 
action of the reducer. High lights can be worked 
on the prints with a fine camel's hair brush lightly 
charged with the red prussiate solution. The 
general, or the local, reduction of prints is not 
a remedy for Overexposure, nor will the prints 
so treated be equal in quality to prints which 
have been correctly timed, but by this method 
many prints can be improved so that they may 
be saved from the waste. 

workers, a brief description of it is here given, 
with such directions for the after treatment of 
the toned prints as shall make possible the pro- 
duction of pleasing effects in a variety of shades. 
As this is an intensifying process, light prints 
are more suitable for it, those which have been 
fully timed and a little underdeveloped being 
preferred; and they should have been washed 
until every trace of hypo is removed. 

From among the several toning formulae, all 
giving practically the same results, the follow- 
ing is selected. Dissolve separately: 

Nitrate of uranium 36 grains 

Water 8 ounces 

Red prussiate of potassium 36 grains 

Water 8 ounces 

Combine these solutions, and then add 52 
drams of glacial acetic acid. In this bath the 
prints will gradually change from the black to 
various shades of brown and red; the longer 
the toning action, the redder will be the tones. 
The toning can be stopped at any stage by 
rinsing the prints in a tray of clean water. The 
prints should be washed until all yellowness is 
removed from the whites, but no longer, as 
prolonged washing will weaken the tones, and 
if continued long enough will destroy them. 

A wide range of blue and green effects can be 
produced by immersing the toned prints in a 
weak solution of perchloride of iron, and by 
using this in various strengths, from a fraction 
of a grain to ten grains of the iron salts to one 
ounce of water. By toning in the uranium bath 
to several stages and by using the iron solution 
of various strengths, it is possible to obtain the 
colors in a variety of shades. By carefully 
applying the iron solution with a water-color 
brush to those parts where it is desired to alter 
the tones, a number of color effects can be 

Should the toning be unsatisfactory, it can 
be removed by immersing the print in the fol- 
lowing solution: carbonate of soda, 1 ounce; 
water, 24 ounces, and then washing the print 
until the alkali is completely removed, when 
the toning can be repeated. 

Bromide and Gaslight Prints in Colors 

Several years ago, the uranium toning process 
had a brief period of popularity as one of the 
first methods for obtaining sepia tones on 
bromide papers; and as there appears to be a 
revival of interest in this process among some 

Uses of the Supplementary Portrait Lens 
Not only for portraits but for any other pur- 
pose, when, with a camera having a bellows 
extension very little longer than the focal 
length of the lens, or even with a box camera and 
a fixed focus lens, it is desired to work closer 
to the subject than the construction of the 
camera permits, will the portrait attachment 
prove a valuable accessory. With, a folding 
camera, which ordinarily one can work no 
closer than six feet from bi& Subject^ the 



portrait attachment permits working within less 
than two and one-half feet. And with a box 
camera and fixed focus lens, where one must 
work at least seven feet from his subject, with 
the portrait attachment he can lessen the dis- 
tance by one-half. When working so close 
with a wide open lens, there is no depth of 

attached to the lens on the kodak, it was learned 
that the shortest possible working distance 
between the lens and the subject could be 
reduced from six feet without the portrait 
attachment to two feet and four inches with it, 
and that with this combination the ray filter 
could be used very satisfactorily, even when as 


focus, but by stopping a rectilinear to 32, and 
by using the smallest stop in a single lens, 
there will usually be sufficient depth to render 
the subject clear and sharp. 

The portrait attachment is a supplementary 
lens, which fits in front of a box camera in 
the place of the plug and over the lens of a 
folding camera like a cap. Its use in no way 
impairs the working qualities of the principal 
lens. The portrait attachment costs only half 
a dollar, but it increases the working value of 
an outfit many times that amount, and, for the 
outlay, is one of the best investments an 
amateur photographer can make. 

One amateur of our acquaintance was 
engaged to do botanical photographic work 
along lines requiring much effort in the open 
field; in woods, in ravines, in swamps and on 
the hills. His only available cameras were a 
bulky 10 x 12 for plates, and a No. 4 cartridge 
kodak, the former being of too great weight, 
the latter with too short a draw to be of service. 
But, by experiments with the portrait lens 

large a diaphragm as 16 was used, but when 
possible, it was better to use the smaller stop 
so as to get more depth of focus. The use of the 
portrait attachment is not restricted to kodaks; 
it can be used with all hand cameras, with 
plates as well as film. With the kodak, there 
being no ground glass^ the scale was used ex- 
clusively for focusing. With the portrait lens 
attached, the indicator set at six feet, the 
camera placed so that the distance from the 
front lens to the subject was exactly twenty- 
eight inches and stop 32 used, it was found, by 
experiments, that objects from twenty-six to 
thirty-two inches were sharply defined, and that 
the depth of focus was increased by using 
smaller stops. 

Later, the portrait attachment in connection 
with the kodak was used to photograph young 
birds, on their nests and about to leave the 
nests. The focus was set for six feet — a work- 
ing distance of twenty-eight inches; stop 4 was 
used, and the shortest possible bulb exposure 
made. The results were excellent. 


Conditioning the Dog 

r Few of us realize the great endurance of the 
dog. We take him out for a day's rough shoot- 
ing and return comfortably tired after a ten or 
fifteen miles' tramp. Yet how far has our dog 
traveled? He must at the very least have run 
four times as far as we ourselves walked and 
often we must acknowledge, after a little reflec- 

all day. Perhaps he may pull through on pluck 
alone, but he will feel the effects next day and 
possibly go all to pieces. 

There is a professional freighter in the Yukon 
who understands dogs and their management, 
and last winter he made, perhaps, the most 
remarkable journey on record. He left Dawson 
on January 26 with two dog teams, the one of 

Owned by A. D. Burhans, Lincoln, Neb. 

tion, that he went ten yards to our one, and that 
at a pace we could not have kept up for five 
minutes had our lives depended upon the 

Hence, we should be careful not to ask our 
dogs to take the field without due preparation. 
It is simply cruelty to take a young or soft dog 
out early in the season and expect him to hunt 

four and the other of three dogs, with a passen- 
ger and supplies for the trip. This man, whose 
name is E. Higgins, has been handling dog 
teams for some years and is a highly experi- 
enced man, otherwise he would not have been 
able to accomplish the wonderful feat he did; 
for even the best dogs will play out unless 
properly handled. From Dawson he went to 



Fairbanks, taking twelve and a-half days on the 
trail. The next stage was to Fort Gibbon, 230 
miles. After a brief halt they went on to 
Nulato, 225 miles, and then found they could 
not get out over that trail, so returned to Fair- 
banks, making 500 miles useless travel, and 
then hit the Valdez trail. In eleven and a-half 
days' actual traveling the outfit reached Valdez, 
just in time to catch a steamer that was sailing 
for Juneau. The Valdez trail was in very bad 
condition, which made the journey by that the 
more wonderful. 

From Juneau Higgins took ship to Skagway, 
boarded the train for White Horse and then 
struck the trail again for home. In six days he 
covered the long run between White Horse and 
Dawson. At Circle City one of the dogs played 
out and two were bought to replace it. With 
this exception the seven dogs that started re- 
turned safe and sound to their starting point, 
after a midwinter journey of 2,500 miles. The 
best day's run was seventy-two miles and the 

worst ten miles. Higgins has the reputation 
of being kind to his dogs — feeding them well, 
but always keeping them in hard condition. 

Now, the dog that is to be used steadily for 
sport during the shooting season should be 
treated pretty much as Higgins treats his team. 
Lots of good, solid food and, above all, suffi- 
cient preparatory exercise, will make any dog 
able to hunt day after day for several days at a 
stretch. One often hears that such a dog is 
"only good occasionally," and that it cannot 
keep the field for more than half a day, but it is 
more probable that its master does not under- 
stand the art of keeping it in hard condition. 
It is, however, true that many of the most 
fashionable strains of to-day are so inbred as to 
have lost much of the stamina for which their 
ancestors were noted. For an all-around, 
everyday dog it is important to choose one that 
is strong enough to bear hard work and thrive 
on it. 

There is quite a strong leaning toward a 

Owned by A. D. Burhans, Lincoln, Neb. 



lightly built dog on the part of many old sports- 
men. They are, perhaps, right in this, taking 
the general run of dogs, because if a dog is 
heavy and at the same time deficient in 
muscle, he certainly cannot stand hard work. 
But given sufficient exercise and the right kind 
of food from puppyhood, and the strongly built 
dog will be more likely to come up day after day 
than his lighter rival. 

Exercise is especially important as regards 
the feet. A dog can only last as long as his 
soles. When these are thin and tender he will 
play out after a day's work. A thick, homy 
pad will, on the other hand, permit a dog to do 
many days' work without suffering. This dense 
growth of pad may be best produced by giving 
him a daily run behind a bicycle or automobile 
over a hard road. I consider the bicycle best, 
because the rider's own sense of fatigue will 
prevent him from giving his dumb friend too 
much to do. An auto skips over the ground so 
easily and so fast that it is very easy to give a 
high-couraged animal more exercise than is 
good for him. 

Only a few days ago a fine automobile swept 
past me, going at least fifteen miles an hour, and 
several minutes afterward a poor, plucky little 
fox terrier came panting along, with lolling 
tongue and bloodshot eye, and I could not help 
muttering a very uncomplimentary word as I 
thought of his thoughtless master, who by this 

time was a full mile ahead. Had the biped 1 
on a bicycle on that warm morning I do not 
think the little doggie would have been quite so 
hard pressed to keep him in view, for I noticed 
that the man in the automobile was by no means 
built after the pattern of Pharaoh's lean kine. 

Those readers of Recreation who are going 
afield in September should, if they have not 
already done so, begin the preparation of their 
favorites for the work that lies before them. 
Follow the excellent example set by the hunts- 
men of foxhound packs. They begin system- 
atic road work early; in fact, it is never quite 
dropped throughout the year. 

A dog in light exercise can get along with little 
meat, but one that is in hard work requires 
plenty of it. I think we make a grave mistake 
when we try to feed the dog upon soft foods to 
the exclusion of his natural one, which we must 
all agree to have been meat. 

Young dogs should never be worked too hard 
during their first season, but an adult dog is all 
the better for plenty of it, provided he is not 
asked to do too much when out of condition. 

Although rarely necessary, it is well to remem- 
ber that a strong solution of alum will toughen 
the pad, if the dog's feet are soaked in it morn- 
ing and evening. When the pads are raw the 
best thing is complete rest and then be careful 
not to overfeed. The dog's tongue will heal raw 
spots sooner than any ointment invented by man. 

A good representative of the old Ch. King Orry strain of English bulldogs — Owned by H. S. Hera, Germantown, Pa. 



Trials of a Tyro Trap-Shooter 

When a man has been a reasonably good 
shot in the field, and, eventually, takes to trap- 
shooting, he has, like the little bear, all his 
troubles before him. The shooting itself is by 
no means as easy as it looks, and the man who 
can kill a dozen snipe straight will find it in- 
finitely harder to break ten targets without 
skipping one. The mark is about the size of an 
English sparrow, and the tyro, at least, will 
hardly catch it ere forty or perhaps forty-five 
yards have intervened between the gun and the 
object. Now, at forty yards it requires a pretty 
good gun to make a pattern that will not allow 
one out of five of those thin, elusive, saucer- 
shaped things to slip between the pellet?, 
escaping the fate that should have been theirs — 
for the time being, at least. 

Then there is the dislocation of the nervous 
system, a malady akin to buck fever, from 
which the beginner is sure to suffer when he 
stands out before his fellows and finds that he 
is the "cynosure" of all eyes. After due 
deliberation, he cries "Pull," in a voice filled 
with emotion, and, at once, a tiny platter speeds 
on its way with the rapidity of a blue-winged 
teal going down wind, and unless he is a re- 
markably promising tyro, his shot is just a 
trifle too slow for good work. 

But trap-shooting is, after all, somewhat 
mechanical, and there can be no doubt that 
many men excel at it who would not be phe- 
nomenally successful in the field. A combina- 
tion of trap-shooting in the spring and summer 
with steady doses of field shooting in the autumn 
should, however, bring out all the latent skill 
a man may possess. 

Eyesight counts for more in trap-shooting 
than in most other diversions. The target 
leaves the trap so swiftly and emerges from 
behind the screen in such a tremendous hurry 
that a slow eye is badly handicapped. All good 
shots get their eye on the target at the earliest 
possible moment, and follow it until it begins 
to slacken, then they cut loose, taking care not 
to slacken their swing in the least while pressing 
the trigger. Even so, unless the gun be point- 
ing well ahead when the shot leaves the muzzle, 
a miss must result in quartering shots. These 

require a lead of at least six feet and sometimes 
half as much again. This means at forty yards 
a muzzle swing ahead of at least two inches. 
All of which is very easy to figure out, but the 
bearing of such observations lies in their 

The tyro learns as soon as he takes to trap- 
shooting that there is a vast difference in guns, 
and a much greater difference in loads. He 
realizes, as he never realized before, that the 
shot should be strictly proportionate to the size 
of the object at which he is shooting; that the 
powder must be wisely chosen and accurately 
weighed, and that there is wadding and wad- 
ding. He becomes suspicious of "cheap" 
shells, and absolutely hates the good old 
cylinder that so often made up for his erratic 
aim by scattering the shot all over the middle 
distance. Nothing but a full choke is of value 
when a man faces the fast-flying target, and 
this means close holding, as the killing circle 
is not much over twenty-six inches. One finds 
a certain divergence of opinion even among the 
trap shots "whose names are household words"; 
yet on many points there is unanimity. For 
instance, all seem to use No. 7^ shot of some 
350 pellets to the ounce; few choose shells 
shorter than 2| in.; the lowest charge of powder 
is 3 drams, or its equivalent, while many use 
3i t° 2>h- A good § -inch of wadding is inserted 
between the powder and shot, though the wad 
combinations are endless. These loads with 
modern shells and guns do very regular shoot- 
ing — and yet, sad to say, all this may be ren- 
dered null and void by some such trifle as a 
welsh rabbit after the theater on the previous 
evening, or a too heavy luncheon just before 
going to the mark. 

We have had a lot of letters from revolver 
cranks, and now I hope Recreation will be 
favored with some trap-shooters. As for 
myself, I don't go in much for homicide, though 
I think there are plenty of people who should 
commit har-kri (spelling not guaranteed), 
while I do take a lively interest in the shotgun 
and think trap-shooting worthy of encourage- 
ment. At any rate, trap-shooting promises to 
do away with the ancient and horrible chestnut 
— g-g-grandfather's old muzzle-loader that 

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could put more shot into any given object than 
the best breech-loader. "Yes, sir! and if you 
doubt it I can show you the ramrod." 

Thos. M. Wilson. 
Syracuse, N. Y. 

How to Use Balls in a Shotgun 
I enclose a letter from Mr. W. H. Wright, of 
Selma, O. I think it would interest your readers. 

C. L. Snyder. 
Winnsboro, La. 

"Yours of April 5 to hand. If you are 
thinking of buying a pair of moulds, there are 
none made except 'plain round.' I don't know 
whether the Ideal Manufacturing Company, 
of New Haven, Conn., make the oblong moulds 
or not. You might write them. 

"I use the plain round ball cast as outlined 
in the December number of Recreation, and 
when cast in the form given it renders most 
excellent results up to and including 100 
yards; and best results of all come from a 
goodly practice at target. 

"I use a Winchester Repeater, full choked, 
and buy loaded, smokeless powder shells, with 
one f-inch felt wad over the powder, and one 
ring wad on the top of the felt wad. (The ring 
wad is made by cutting out the center of a wad, 
with a wad-cutter, several sizes smaller than 
the wad you use.) This centers your ball in 
the cartridge, and is very essential to good 
shooting with a choked barrel. With a plain 
or cylinder barrel it is not necessary, as the 
ball is the full size of the cartridge. I also use a 
ring wad on top of ball, and then a card wad, 
and crimp very lightly, or you will swell the 
shell. In using black powder you will have to 
use less wadding, as you haven't the space. If 
you only want to use a ball occasionally you 
can buy them at little cost, but they being 
solid drop very rapidly and require more 
elevation at the muzzle at firing time. 

"The sold ball for 12-gauge is No. 12 ball 
(for a cylinder barrel), and its weight is i| 
ozs. — 600 grs. In casting my balls I reduce the 
weight to 450 grs., by casting them as outlined 
in the issue of December. 

"For a 16-gauge, cylinder-bored, buy balls 
No. 16. They weigh one ounce, and give good 
results with a heavy gun. Be careful about 
using solid balls and smokeless powder in any- 
thing except a first-class gun. In a 16-gauge I 
would reduce the weight of ball to 400 grs.; in 
a 20-gauge to 300 grs. 

"The small-gauge gun gives the better results 
with ball, and in the hands of a shooter in 
practice is superior to any rifle at snap or 
hurried shooting, especially in timber and 
brush, such as you have in Louisiana and the 

swamp lands of Arkansas and Mississippi. In 
hunting with a repeater, I keep two ball 
cartridges in the magazine when in a big 
game district and using small shot, and so 
have a chance at large game. I simply throw 
out the small shot cartridges; this makes the 
repeater a favorite with many. 

"Now, in regard to shooting ball from a 
double barrel, it must be remembered that the 
balls will cross each other's path at'about 45 
yards, and in shooting at greater distances 
allowance must be made for this. 

"Whatever kind of gun you use, be sure the 
ball you use will pass lightly through the 
muzzle, and work each loaded shell through 
the gun before going hunting. 

"I have tried to answer all your questions. 
If I haven't, 'come again.' In hunting in the 
South I have known many good rifles spoiled 
on a single trip. After a few days it is 
impossible to keep them clear, and when once 
rough, that is the end; so we have abandoned all 
rifles and have no reason to complain of 
results with big game. In last fall's hunt, 
Glen Smith, of Dayton, O., broke both hind 
legs of a bull moose, at Camp No. 8 on Moose- 
head Lake, Me., with one No.-i6 ball, all other 
vital spots being covered with timber or brush. 
Harry Cutter, of East Liverpool, O., dropped 
as large a buck as I ever saw by putting a No. 
12 ball through the small intestines. Deer thus 
shot with a large rifle have been known to run 
a mile. I could tell of many such instances." 

Experience Teaches 

In the interest of those who may be having 
trouble through the splitting of shells in guns 
of the .25-35 class — bottle-neck shells — my 
experience may be of some value. I have a 
single-shot Winchester, .25-35 caliber, weight 
about 10^ pounds, single set trigger. I naturally 
began to reload my shells, with the customary 
breaking and splitting after about the fourth 
shot. I mentioned this fact in a former letter 
to Recreation in answer to R. McLaury, and 
later received a letter from Mr. E. C. Barnes, 
of Troy, who "put me next" to a new primer, 
and through him I obtained some. These are 
No. 9 U. M. C. copper. I had great difficulty 
in getting any information whatever about 
them here. I was assured I had made a mis- 
take, and that no such primer was catalogued, 
which was a fact. However, I obtained some 
of them, my experience duplicating that of 
Mr. Barnes, and making it worth while to 
spread the news among those who are interested 
in the study of high-power ammunition. 

Using 19 grains of Lightning, a jacketed 
bullet and the new No. 9 primer, I have re- 



peatedly reloaded the .25-35 shells 15 and 20 
times each without a sign of breaking. How 
can an ammunition salesman say that the primer 
has nothing whatever to do with the breaking 
of shells, insisting that the extreme pressure is 
the cause? I have had my gun two years and 
have been experimenting all the time, but until 
lately have regularly been splitting shells after 

the fourth or fifth shot. This the No. 9 copper 
primer has stopped. 

The statement commonly advanced that 
reloading high-power ammunition cannot be 
done satisfactorily by the average rifleman is 
not just correct. The reloading of high-power 
ammunition may have its limitations, but my 
experience has been more than satisfactory — 




regularity, accuracy and expense considered. 
I found immediately that the "toe-in" 
crimp on my .25-35 shells soon made the 
muzzle of the shell ragged, and have made a 
die to resize the muzzle only, holding the bullet 
friction tight. This may not be sufficient for 
tubular magazine guns, where the recoil might 
crowd the bullet back, but in a single shot it is 
all right. This idea, together with the use of 
the No. 9 primer, will keep your shells in as 
good shape as any black-powder gun you ever 
saw, bottle-neck or straight. Then, too, I 
do not resize the whole shell except after about 
7 to 8 reloads, my belief being that the less 
compression and expansion the shell undergoes 
the better for the shell. When the shell begins 
to stick the least bit it is time enough to resize. 

Mr. Pinkerton, of Dixon, 111., states in 
January Recreation that the .25-35's are all 
good guns, but have an undesirable trick. 
As these columns are for comment, I think he 
should state what the "trick" is. My personal 
experience is- that I could only criticise the 
breaking of shells, and the No. 9 primer men- 
tioned stops that. 

For woodchuck shooting I cannot see why 
any one should want a .38-55 high-power gun, 
unless because the big bullet makes a miss 
less likely — they certainly are no surer to kill 
than the .25-35, which any one will admit after 
seeing the .25-35 do business. The flat trajec- 
tory is of great value in woodchuck shooting, 
and makes very little allowance for variable 
ranges necessary. 

With my gun, the diameter of the No. 3 
Lyman bead gives sufficient elevation or de- 
pression for all ordinary ranges, and until I 
used the gun some time I was inclined to allow 
too much for the longer ranges. I have sighted 
with full sight, 100 yards point blank, which 
will cover most shots at woodchuck. 

For those who have this gun in the repeater, 
and want a hot medium range load, use the 
.25-20-86 metal patch bullet with 12 to 18 
grains of Lightning. Mr. Newton, of Buffalo, 
has written me about some fine work with this 
bullet, up to 500 yards, and while I have not 
shot it at that distance, I have shot it at 200 
and 300 yards successfully. 

If any want to experiment with short-range 
loads, try Dr. Hudson's alloy (10-10-80) and 
Marksman powder. This is fine. In short, 
before condemning the .25-35, or even ques- 
tioning their suitability for all average shooting, 
get one and thrash it out. 

Syracuse, N. Y. H. B. Johnson. 

Some Shotgun Sense 

For several months I have been interested 
in reading what different writers have had to 

say regarding their ideal rifle, shotgun or 
revolver. Some letters have been instructive, 
and other amusing. Nevertheless, if they con- 
sider the subject for fifty years, I don't believe 
they will decide on one universally acceptable 
make of shotgun, rifle or revolver. 

I don't believe there ever will be a time 
when we shall have one uniform caliber for 
rifles and revolvers, or one gauge for shotguns. 
Neither will there ever be a uniform load that 
will suffice for all occasions or conditions. To 
be sure, there are many happy mediums and 
fair averages, but what is satisfactory in one 
loca ity will not do in another. 

The armies of the whole world have rifles 
almost alike, but there are differences. The 
State laws of our Union are almost alike, but 
they differ slightly one from another. Our 
shotguns and shotgun ammunition are similar, 
but are not exactly alike. Thus we see that 
these differences, small as they seem, distin- 
guish these objects and conditions. As long as 
men are not exactly alike, they will not be able 
to agree on any one thing. 

That is the reason we have so many makes 
of high-class guns and ammunition. Really, if 
you come right to the point, there is little to 
choose between two first-class, standard 
shotguns of equal value. I have known men to 
use L. C. Smiths, then switch to Parkers. 
They claimed they saw a difference, but their 
records did not show it. I am speaking now of 
standard guns of same gauge, weight, length of 
barrel and choke. To me the difference seems 
to be as much in the ammunition as in the gun. 

Also, a man wants to stick long enough to 
one gun to master it. I have seen hunters 
make good bags with an old gun that I could 
not use at all. Then, again, I cannot shoot as 
well with any other gun as with my own. That 
is no reason, though, why my gun is better than 
any other, because other hunters have failed 
miserably in using mine. 

We know that what is one man's meat is 
another man's poison. We have all heard of 
that old muzzle-loading rifle that grandpa used, 
with which he could kill tree squirrels or chip- 
munks farther than we can with our rifles 
to-day. We have all, perhaps, seen the oldest, 
rustiest, scrawniest gun in a hunting party 
of high-priced guns do the best execution, 
judged by the size of the bag. 

We must admit that the old shotguns and 
rifles in the hands of our pioneers were a great 
argument for good or evil, as the case happened 
to be, yet I am not willing, in addition, to 
admit that the weapons of their day were 
superior to ours. The difference lies in the 
fact that every man knew his gun thoroughly, 
and how to manage it; knew just how much 



powder to use, and how hard to ram the load 

Guns, like women, must be managed and 
mastered through careful study and association 
to know their little eccentricities and failings, 
and know also their faithfulness and reliability. 

Whenever I am asked for my opinion re- 
garding a good, trustworthy shotgun, I mention 
the Winchester repeater. I have one of the 
first slide-action repeaters made, not the very 
first, as its number is 443, but I bought it soon 
after they were put on sale, now almost twelve 
years ago. I have tried it on many kinds of 
game, and in many kinds of weather. I have 
fired as many cartridges out of it as most of the 
amateur sportsmen would who do not belong 
to clubs. Thus far I have been to the expense 
of replacing one wornout extractor, costing, I 
think, twenty-five cents. Not a very large 
repair item, is it? 

At first I could do nothing with it. The 
stock was so straight I invariably shot high. 
By faithful perseverance, I am more than 
satisfied. It does not always shoot the same, 
but I lay that to the ammunition. The weather 
must have something to do with it also. I have 
made thirty-five and forty-yard killings of 
ducks with it, while using No. 9 shot. I have 
crippled ducks at that distance with larger shot; 
which does not necessarily prove my statement 
above that as much is at stake in the ammuni- 
tion as in the guns, other conditions being equal. 

In choosing a gun I would advise the 
beginner to try a good repeater and a good 
double-barrel. Some men will not use a 
double-barrel, while others will use nothing 
else. There are several standard makes of 
either kind. When the party decides on either 
a single- or a double-barrel, he should get one 
that fits, that comes up readily and is well 
balanced. The gun that fits you may not fit 
one in ten; when you buy shoes you buy them 
to fit you, whether Brother Tom wears them 
or not. So get a good fit when you choose your 

Then, by testing different loads of different 
powders, decide on one or two loads that give 
the best pattern and penetration. Having 
settled these points, stick to your gun. Practice, 
practice, practice. No one can even play a 
piano without practice. Perseverance will 
accomplish wonders. Shooting is an art, and 
he who would succeed must study and practice. 
Then, when you have mastered the ins and 
outs of your gun, that make will be the only 
kind for you. 

I believe that the man behind the gun has 

as much as anything to do with the way that 

particular gun behaves. The man behind the 

un has been vividly exemplified in our war 

with Spain, and between Russia and Japan. 
The efficiency of the successful man behind the 
gun was gained by practice. Spain and Russia 
had their men behind their guns, but they were 
not well disciplined in the manipulating of 

Therefore, let me suggest again — to become 
successful in shooting — practice, and the gun 
you use will be the ideal gun for you. 

L. M. Packard. 

Los Angeles, Cal. 

No Use for a Small Bore 

In regard to the letter from W. F. S., I will 
say that he might just as well tell me that an 
800-pound horse can pull the same load as one 
weighing 1,600 pounds as to say that a 16- 
gauge gun will kill a duck as far as a 10-gauge 
will. What would be the, use of the United 
States Government going to the expense of 
building and mounting large, clumsy guns that 
shoot tons of ammunition when a common 
squirrel rifle would sink a gunboat just as well? 
The more shot in a charge the more chances. 
I can take a No. 10, properly bored, and kill a 
duck which he would not think of shooting at 
with his little popgun. 

Let W. F. S. take his little sixteen and select 
an object about 150 yards distant from him on 
the water, hold right on the object and shoot, 
and he will see his shot hit the water about two- 
thirds short. Then take a No. 10 with a proper 
load and he will see the shot splash all round the 
target and even some distance beyond. 

Do not understand me to say that a No. 10 
will kill a duck at 150 yards. I am merely 
illustrating the superiority with which a No. 10 
throws its charge. 

The velocity of a charge of shot from a 10- 
gauge is very many feet greater than from a 
12 or a 16-gauge. 

W. F. S. says after all the big guns get done 
shooting then he gets his birds. When I hunted 
with a 10-gauge I used to kill ducks a great deal 
farther than I do now with a 12-gauge and I 
have got as good a 12-gauge as ever burned 
powder — a Baker hammerless, with 30-inch 
barrels — yet I would trade it for an Ithaca 10- 
gauge, 30-inch barrel. That shows how much 
I think of a 10-gauge. J. M. King. 

Lockwood, Mo. 

[Greener gives some figures that may be of 
interest to our correspondent, as they are the 
result of numerous experiments: 

A 16-bore gun, loaded with 2§ drams of 
black powder and 1 ounce No. 6 English shot 
(270 pellets to the ounce), gave an average 
velocity of 780 feet. A 12-bore with 3I drams 



and 1 1 No. 6 gave 842 feet. A 10-bore 
with 4I drams and 1$ ounces No. 6 gave 890 

The velocities with nitro powder are much 
higher, but the proportion remains nearly the 

' The same author also says: "With a first- 
class 1 2 -bore it is possible to get patterns of 255 
in a 30-inch circle at 40 yards, and with the 
same charge a 10-bore will not often do better." 
He considers a pattern of 275 an excellent one 
for a 10-bore with its proper load. He adds, 
however, "When shooting large shot the 10- 
bores show a marked superiority over the 12- 
bore." The 10-bore, fully choked and weighing 
at least 8£ pounds, will make a pattern of 270 at 
40 yards, with shot running 270 to the ounce, 
the charge being 4 drams of powder and if 
ounces of shot. The 10-bore shows to greatest 
advantage when shooting shot ranging from 
No. 1 to No. 5 inclusive. — Ed.] 

Old-Fashioned But Loyal 

I trust the readers of Recreation's Gun 
and Ammunition Department will not mind 
an old subscriber and one who has had a little 
experience (having commenced burning powder 
back yonder in the times when the old '73 
model, .44 calibre Winchester first came into 
use — and a good one it is yet, smokeless powder 
and high velocity, notwithstanding) coming into 
their discussions. 

Now, I do not intend to find fault or make 
light of any one's views or notions in regard 
to their favorite arm. We all have our pet 
theories and like to ride our hobbies. I do not 
wish to say one word that would have a ten- 
dency to defeat the purpose of the brother who 
wants to get his New Model .38 S. & W. 
Special, single action swingout, six pistol. 
But, on the other hand, will the brother agree 
to not advocate the retirement of my old 
favorite, viz.: the Colt's .45 calibre as now 
manufactured ? 

I wish to say that I fully agree with Walter 
Kenly, Cripple Creek, Colo. I know there never 
was, and I do not believe there ever will be, a 
better weapon made for offense and defence 
than the Colt's .44 and .45 caliber pistols. 
I have one, a .45 caliber with 52-inch barrel 
for belt use, that I would not lay down for any 
thing I ever saw; for I know it will knock a 
mad bull down and keep him down, just as 
quick as it will a man. What odds if it is a 
little over weight, as some one has said, there 
is the added satisfaction of knowing it is there 
with the goods and will deliver them in a 
manner that leaves no room for argument. 
Speaking for myself, for a belt gun, give me 

the Colt's .45 with its heavy frame, plain 
sights, multitude of clicks, wide sweep of 
hammer and all. If I am ever called upon to 
use it in self-defence and fail to disable my 
antagonist with the first six shots and don't 
happen to have an extra gun in my clothes, I'll 
sure take to the brush — and that's what you, 
my brother, with your modern .38 caliber 
s. a. s. o. had better do under the same 

Perhaps you will laugh when I say that at 
close quarters I can "fan" six shots out of a 
pistol quicker and with greater accuracy than 
can possibly be pulled out of a double action, 
but I know hundreds of the old-time Western 
men who will back my statement. 

To M. H. Cale I will say the Remington 
derringer is a powerful and accurate arm, 
although a little slow and awkward in raising 
the hammer. By extending the index finger 
along the barrel and using as if pointing at 
some object, the pistol can be fired with accu- 
racy without paying attention to the sights 
at all. I have one of them, and for a pocket 
pistol for self-defence I am well pleased with 
it, as it is light in weight and takes up but 
little room in the pocket. 

Coming to rifles, I have at the present writing 
three of them, and I like them all. They are 
a '92 model .22 calibre Marlin; a '93 model 
.22 calibre Winchester, and a '92 model .25-20 
calibre Winchester. I do but little shooting 
now, a very little at small game. Still, I believe, 
were I to go after large game, I would pin my 
faith to the old black powder rifles. I don't 
want any of your light-weight rifles in mine, 
and none of your drilling machines that will 
send a lead pencil bullet through a deer and 
kill or cripple a man in the next county, while 
the poor animal runs away and hides in some 
thicket and dies a lingering death. To my 
mind there never was and never will be a 
better all-round big game rifle built than the 
'86 model .45-70 or .45-90 Winchester rifle. 
Of course it takes a man to tote one of these 
rifles and do the best work with it that it is 
capable of doing. For deer alone, or small 
game of that kind, the .44-40 Winchester or 
Marlin is plenty large enough, and the .32-20 
suits me better. The main point is to know 
where you want to place your bullet to make a 
killing shot, and then when the time for action 
comes to put your bullet there. And most 
any old bullet will do the work, and it don't 
need to have a metal jacket and be backed by 
smokeless powder, either. 

Another thing that surprises me is the 
willingness of so many to purchase foreign- 
made arms. There are no better shooting or 
finer looking arms, and none that will stand 



hard and exacting service longer than those 
made right here in the United States to-day. 

I use a 1 6- gauge shotgun, but, as I said 
before, I hunt but seldom. My gun is a No. 3 
Remington hammer gun, 32 inch barrels, 
both full choke; and for squirrels in heavy 
timber I don't believe it could be beaten. It is 
chambered for 2 J inch shells and weighs 7^ 
pounds. "Rather heavy for a 16-gauge, and 
such long barrels, too," I hear some one say. 
But it was built to suit my old-fashioned ideas, 
gets the game, and I am well pleased with it. 

I will bring this already too long letter to a 
close by asking the reader to bear with an old 
man and his old-fashioned notions, and by all 
means to patronize the home product. Ameri- 
can arms can't be beaten, a fact which is being 
demonstrated every day at the target and in 
the hunting field. W. R. Cline. 

Alexandria, Va. 

six-inch barrel, always carrying it with me when 
taking short tramps through the woods. It 
makes a very pleasant companion and shoots 
nearly as well as a rifle of the same caliber. 
Norwich, Conn. A. W. H. 

Has Bought a S. A. .45 

Having read all the articles in Recreation 
on the ideal belt gun, I was curious to see what 
would be brought out, but the manufacturers 
seem to be very slow in putting one on the 
market. So I decided to purchase one of the 
old reliable S. A. Colt's .45's, which I duly 

I am well pleased with it, but was surprised 
when I fired the first shot with the full charge of 
40 grs., having had one of the same revolvers 
a few years ago, with 7^ inch barrel, and using 
the 28-gr. cartridge. I was astonished at the 
recoil of the full charge, never having used it 
before. If I intended to use the full charge 
right along I should prefer the extra two inches 
of barrel, as my new one is 5^. The 5^-inch is, 
however, nearly as effective at the distance used 
in revolver shooting as the 7^-inch, and is much 
handier to draw. I have an Ideal reloader for 

I should be pleased to hear from Recreation 
readers who use the .45 Colt, as to its handling, 
and also of the different loads used successfully. 

How do the cartridge companies load the 
28-grain charge? Do they put anything be- 
tween the powder and bullet or leave the powder 
loose in the shell ? I have loaded a few with 28 
grains, leaving the powder loose in shell and 
crimping the bullet, the same as with the full 
charge, but have not had a chance to try them 

I should be pleased to see something about 
revolver shooting in Recreation occasionally. 
Some of the Western people could give us a 
few hints, I think. There should be more about 
revolver shooting in all the magazines. 

I also use a S. & W. target pistol, .22 caliber, 

Correspondence Solicited 

I have taken a good deal of interest in the 
letters on guns and ammunition in Recreation. 
We have a lot of duck and goose shooting in 
this part of the country. 

I use a 12-gauge Ithaca hammerless shotgun, 
and load my own shells most of the time, as I 
save about one-third on my ammunition bill. 

For ducks I use 3 \ drs. of any good smokeless 
powder and i| oz. No. 5 chilled, and for geese 
I use 3^ drs. of powder and i£ oz. No. 2 chilled 
shot. I think the Ithaca about as good a gun as 
any one can get for the money. 

I should like to hear from some of the readers 
of Recreation who have used the new self- 
loader rifle on big game. I should also like to 
correspond with some who have hunted in 
different parts of Canada. Adolf Gyes. 

Anamoose, N. Dak. 

• 2 5-35 versus .25-20 

In your magazine for April "25-20," of 
Elyria, Ohio, wants the Savage company to 
make their rifle in the .25-273. 

If this gentleman is familiar with reloading, 
he will find that the present .25-35 Savage will 
answer in every way that a rifle chambered only 
for the .25-20 will and is always fit for large 
game up to 200 yards with its full load. 

With the 46-gr. bullet and 2 grs. of Marks- 
man powder in the .25-35 shell, you have a load 
for sparrows, bullfrogs or squirrels. With the 
67-gr. bullet and 3 grs. Marksman you have a 
strong, accurate load up to 100 yards. With 
the regular 86-gr. bullet and 5 grs. Marksman 
you have a slick load up to 200 yards for general 
purposes, such as the .25-20 is used for, and 
with 19 grs. of Lightning and the 117-gr. M. P. 
bullet you are in line with a high -power gun. 

Why should one want a .25-caliber rifle cham- 
bered only for the .25-20 shell? 

Troy,N.Y. E. C. Barnes. 

The Reason Why 

In Recreation for April you give O. A. R. 
some " information" that does not "inform" — 
in fact, it is wrong. He wants to know why the 
.32 Special should be preferred to the .32-40 
Marlin or Winchester cartridge, and you pro- 
ceed to tell him "that with the smokeless load 
you obtain 300 foot seconds higher velocity and 



300 foot pounds more energy at 50 feet than are 
possessed by the .32-40 H. P." 

I have before me a Marlin catalogue and 
that makes the following statements in regard 
to the two cartridges: .32-40 Ballard & Marlin 
High Power Smokeless: 

100 yards trajectory — height at 50 yards 1 . 23 inches 

200 " " " "100 " 5.47 " 

300 " - - 150 " 16.00 " 

Penetration, 38 pine boards J inch in thickness. 

.32 Special High Power Smokeless: 

100 yards trajectory — height at 50 yards 1 .23 inches 

200 " " " • 100 " 5.92 " 

300 " " • " 150 " 16.38 ■ 

Muzzle velocity, 2,000 feet per second. 

The .32-40 over 2,000 feet per second. 

As will be seen by the above, the difference 
is not great, but it is in favor of the .32-40, and 
then it is a stronger shell than the bottle-necked 
.32 Special. T. K. T. 

Winnipeg, Man. 

[T. K. T. is evidently one of our good friends, 
and thinking he has caught us napping, he writes 
more in sorrow than in anger to point out the 
narrow trail of eternal truth — or something to 
that effect. But, T. K. T., does it not strike 
you that there are different authorities? You 
took the Marlin catalogue and we happened to 
consult the Winchester, which says: 






50 ft. 

ft. sec. 



50 ft. 

ft. lbs. 

Penetration of 

bullets in J-in. 

pine board, 

15 ft. from 


S.P. | F.P. 

.32-40 W.H.V 

.32W.S .Smokeless 






Trajectory of bullets 

Free Recoil in 
ft. lbs. 


100 yds. 

50 yds. 

200 yds. 

100 yds. 

300 yds. 

150 yds. 



.32-40 W.H.V 

.32W.S .Smokeless 






If we owned an electric chronograph and a 
few other things, costing, let us say, $5,000, as 
the big cartridge companies do, we would try 
these things, but not having them, we are quite 
willing to accept the statements of any of our 
large manufacturers, whether Marlin or 
Winchester, ascribing slightly different results 
to unimportant variations in the conditions. 
We fancy that it would make but little difference 
to a moose or deer whether he had a .32-40 H. V. 
bullet in his body or one from a .32 Special. — 

scale of game the Hopkins & Allen .32 is 
effective? The rifle will not accommodate J< 
rifle cartridges. M. M. Bassett. 

Buffalo, N. Y. 

[Fox, woodchuck or coyote at short range. — 

Which Is It to Be? 

Will you or some reader of your valuable 
magazine throw some light upon the following 
subject? I wish to buy a Savage rifle, and am 
up a stump as to whether to get a .30-30 or a 
.32-40. The .32-40 handles black and smoke- 
less powder, while the .30-30 does not. Please 
inform me if black and smokeless powder, shot 
from the same barrel, injures it in any way ? 
Is the .32-40 as powerful as the .30-30? I have 
used a .32 W. C. F. for years, and also a .44 
Kennedy rifle, but these are rapidly becoming 
out of date. I favor the .32-40 more than I do 
the .30-30, but would like to hear from some 
one who has had experience with both. 

A. G. Dildine. 

La Canada, Los Angeles County, Cal. 

[We can promise that black powder will not 
injure a barrel that is fit for firing full charges 
of smokeless. As to the rest, if our corre- 
spondent will kindly turn to the last few numbers 
of Recreation he will find several letters 
discussing the calibers he mentions. He had 
better also procure the Winchester and Marlin 
catalogues. After studying these works of 
reference he will have firmly fixed in his mind 
two great truths, viz.: (1) The .30-30 is more 
powerful than the .32-40. (2) The .32-40 is 
more powerful than the 30-30. — Ed. 

Just Fox High 
I am a reader of Recreation and would like 
very much if you could tell me how high in the 

Will Buy Two More 

Have been reading with interest the article 
relative to a light-weight .32-20 and .25-20 
repeating rifle. I am willing to buy one of each 
caliber, providing it is in the neighborhood of 
5^ pounds weight, and I can sell several more to 
my friends. I should like to hear from your 
readers as to their experiences with the composi- 
tion hollow point bullets of these calibers. 

It would seem to me that either of these cart- 
ridges loaded with low-pressure, smokeless 
powder and hollow point bullet would be pref- 
erable to the metal jacketed soft point for 

After reading Mr. H. B. Johnson's courteous 
reply to my inquiry concerning the .25-35 high- 
pressure rifle, I proceeded to invest in one. 
Secured one of the Winchester light-weight 
guns, 2 2 -inch barrel, Lyman combination front 
and rear sights, with pistol grip and shotgun 



butt. Have done some target shooting and like 
it very much. Robert MacLaury. 

398 Classon Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Sport in South Dakota 

I have been reading your magazine for a long 
time and think it is time you heard something 
from this part of the Northwest. There are a 
good many wolves, foxes and a few coyotes here 
and the finest duck and goose shooting there is 
in the Northwest. 

Seven miles west of our town is the largest 
lake in South Dakota. It covers an area of 8,205 
acres and is well stocked with bass, perch, pike, 
pickerel and catfish. Is quite a place for camp- 
ers; people come here from all over this part of 
the Northwest to spend the hot months. I 
came out here in 1881, and since that time have 
killed 343 wild geese and ducks, and chickens in 
proportion. I use a Savage rifle for geese and a 
L. C. Smith shotgun for ducks and chickens. 

Some of your readers from the East would 
enjoy a few weeks' sport out here, and there is 
room for all who will come. 

Estelline, S. Dak. F. J. Robinson. 

The Mud-Eaters of New Brunswick 
Up among the hills in the center of the New 
Brunswick wilderness, where the Tobique, 
Nepisequi and Upsalquiteh rivers head, there 
are several places where the moose, caribou, 
deer and even bears gather to eat the mud- 
around springs that flow out from the foot of 
high hills. Why it is that they want the mud at 
these particular places is more than I know. I 
cannot taste any salt nor can I see any difference 
in the water or mud there from any other place; 
yet the facts remain the same, and they come 
there regularly, from the time these places thaw 
out in the spring till they freeze up in the fall, 
and in some of these places the mud is e ten 
down for a depth of two or three feet and sev- 
eral square rods in extent. 

One of the most frequented of these places is 
on a small stream that enters the lit'le Tobique 
about twenty-five miles above the forks. I have 
known this place for eleven years, and at first 
there were no deer and not half as many moose 
as at present, but the place was alive with cari- 
bou. The reason for that was that the lumber- 
men were cutting that country then, and the 
caribou gathered there to eat the moss off the 

spruce tops, and when the lumbermen got 
done there the roads were left for game trails, 
and sprouts came up where the big trees had 
been cut, making it a perfect homing place for 
moose, so that at present the moose and deer 
are very much more abundant, while the caribou 
are much scarcer than eleven years ago. 

This mud restaurant of the game is an ideal 
place to get photos of big game, but I have very 
little chance to carry a camera. But last June 
I built what we call our photograph gallery, on 
the edge of this hole, on the advice of a sports- 
man who had been with me and saw the place. 
It is a little log cabin about ten feet square, with 
five small windows, and a small shelf inside 
each window to set the camera on. Moose and 
deer take no notice of the gallery and walk and 
stand round it for hours within a few feet. Last 
October Mr. W. D. Griscom, of Philadelphia, 
and his guide were in the gallery and two cow 
moose came about sundown and stayed for an 
hour, and all that time they were within a dis- 
tance of thirty feet of the gallery. They got 
some photographs of them, but the light was 
rather dim for clear pictures. I don't know of 
another place that is nearly as good to photo- 
graph big game. The game comes in there at 
all hours of the day and night, but the favorite 
time in the summer is from the time they finish 
feeding in the morning till noon, and again 
about sundown. Adam Moore. 

Scotch Lake, N. B. 

"Mule-Tail" Deer! 

In Recreation for May there appeared a 
mild criticism of my article in the March num- 
ber, in which I said there were no mule deer in 
California. Of course, I know that negative 
evidence is not conclusive, but I based my state- 
ment on the best evidence I could obtain. Mr. 
Brown's statement is the only one that I have 
seen in print, claiming for a certainty that mule 
deer were found in this State, and while I may 
have been mistaken, the evidence as I find it 
certainly is very largely in favor of the truth of 
my position. Neither in the literature on the 
subject nor in conversation with old hunters 
have I found any one who claimed differently — 
excepting one man who claimed to have seen 
"mule-tail deer" near Kings River Canon. 
This was a new one to me. I think they must 
have been related to Mr. Brown's San Jacinto 
deer. Chas. W. Hardman, M.D. 

Laton, Cal. 



"The Seasons in a Flower Garden," by 
Louise Shelton, and published by Charles 
Scribner's Sons, New York, is a practical 
guide for the amateur hand in gardening. The 
subject matter of the book is well arranged, 
giving specific directions for the care of the 
flowers month by month. It has, besides, a fund 
of information on such subjects as "The Wild 
Garden," "The Water Garden," "Insect 
Pests," and last, but not least, "Bird Houses 
for the Garden." It is all replete with garden 
wisdom, and not the least commendable thing 
about the volume is the quaint little intro- 
duction to each chapter. The whole book is 
of such a helpful nature and arranged in such 
practical manner that it is a sincere pleasure 
to recommend its use to those who "give love- 
labor to green things growing." 

Another most attractive work on flowers is 
"Mountain Wild Flowers of America," by 
Julia W. Henshaw. The subject offers oppor- 
tunity for a charming book, and Mrs. Henshaw 
has succeeded admirably in benefiting by the 
advantage. The book is meant to be more of a 
popular guide than a treatise in botany. And 
since the first attribute that attracts the 
traveler's eye is invariably color, the flowers 
described are classified according to color and 
without special reference to their scientific 
relationships. The beauty of the 101 illustra- 
tions from photographs, the concise and yet 
complete and accurate descriptions, should 
especially commend it to mountain tourists and 
all lovers of wild flowers. Published by Ginn 
& Co., Boston. 

"The Phantom of the Poles" suggests 
stories of hardship and suffering by icebound 
explorers; it might even serve as the title of a 
popular novel. But it is nothing more than the 
title chosen by William Reed for the book con- 
taining his arguments to prove that the earth 
is hollow — with openings where the poles ought 
to be! Mr. Reed is a master of theory, and 
no one having proved to the contrary, who 
shall successfully dispute his contention ? The 

book certainly is interesting and the reader 
cannot help being impressed with the author's 
conclusions. Published by Walter S. Rockey 
Company, New York. 

In "The Other Mr. Barclay," Henry Irving 
Dodge has built a story around the inherent 
speculative instinct in the human race, and 
has done it so skilfully that his book is a distinct 
improvement on the average financial novel. 
It is a remarkably interesting story, with con- 
siderable literary quality. The one jarring 
note is the cheap illustrations, without which 
the book would take rank with the best of the 
year. Published by G. W. Dillingham Com- 
pany, New York. 

"The Young Folk's Cyclopaedia of Natural 
History," by John Denison Champlin, A. M , 
includes in one volume of 725 pages an outline 
of the entire animal kingdom. It is not 
necessarily a children's book and might more 
correctly be called a primer of natural history. 
The author has followed the general plan of 
giving in the opening sentence the scientific 
facts indicating the animal's place in nature, 
next a few generalizations respecting its family 
or genus, and lastly an account of the more 
important species, indicating the habitat, 
personal history and habits of each. The 
author has had unlimited privileges in th use 
of the best zoologies, manuals and treatises by 
the best known authorities, and the collobora- 
tion of Prof. Frederic A. Lucas, late of the 
National Museum, Washington, and now of 
the Museum of the Brooklyn Institute. Of 
course, the work is authoritative. There are 
some eight hundred illustrations, most of them 
from drawings. Published by Henry Holt & 
Co., New York. 

Facts Worth Knowing 

The "Little Skipper" marine engine, made 
by the St. Clair Motor Company, Detroit, 
Mich., is enjoying a remarkable popularity for 
installing in rowboats and canoes. There must 
be a reason. The manufacturers claim it is 
because their Little Skipper engine is the only 
engine made that will run equally well on gaso- 
line, kerosene, blue blaze, distolite oil or 
alcohol without changes or extra attachments 
and without waste of fuel or loss of power, and 
because it is the only two-cycle gasoline engine 
made that cannot possibly back-fire. 



"Two hundred and sixty-eight of the best shots 
in the country took part in the Grand American 
Handicap Tournament held in Indianapolis, 
Ind., June 19-22. This event was attended by 
shooters from all over the country. The great 
event of the week was the Grand American 
Handicap, which was won by Mr. F. E. Rogers, 
of St. Louis, who broke 94 out of 100 targets 
from the 17-yard mark in a gale of wind, shoot- 
ing Winchester Factor}- Loaded Shells. In each 
of the other three events on the program, Win- 
chester Factory Loaded Shells or Winchester 
Repeating Shotguns landed in first place, mak- 
ing a clean sweep for these justly popular and 
reliable goods. 

Every owner of a shotgun of standard make 
takes a just pride in the accomplishments 
of "his" gun. When his arguments for its 
superiority — perfectly obvious, since he himself 
would have no other make — are backed up by a 
victor}' at the traps or at a world's exhibition, 
the owner of the "best" gun raises the "very 
lowest" he would accept for his gun another 
five dollars or so. And why not? Just now 
every owner of an L. C. Smith is richer because 
of the winning by F. C. Rogers, of St. Louis, of 
the last Grand American Handicap, held in 
Indianapolis in June. Mr. Rogers shot his 
favorite L. C. Smith, and broke 94 targets out of 
100, from the 17-yard mark. And the Hunter 
Arms Company, Fulton, N. Y., report a busy 
time at the factor}-. Again, why not? Straws 
show which way the wind blows, and the man 
who wants a real good gun may be glad to know 
that for either trap or field shooting a great 
many discriminating shooters have taken to the 
L. C. Smith, equipped with the Hunter one- 
trigger mechanism. Better yet is the Hunter 
one-trigger gun. 

Peters factor}' -loaded shells may be had 
loaded with any load of any standard jxnvder. 
Popular with trap shooters, just as good in the 
field. Try 'em on woodcock; they're quick. 
Write The Peters Cartridge Company, Cincin- 
nati, Ohio, and mention Recreation. 


The camp supplies, to be complete, should in- 
clude Borden's Eagle Brand Condensed Milk, 
Peerless Evaporated-Cream and Borden's 
Malted Milk, all of which contain substantial 
nourishment in compact form, and supply every 
milk requirement. 

In a marine engine — reliability, that's the 
thing! And especially must this be looked for 
in an engine for a small boat; for the little fel- 
lows are not always as good as they look. They 
may have power — when they run. But, the 
main thing is the steady "Teuf ! teuf !" as the 
French would say. When you have both relia- 
bility and power, that's all you want. Moral: 
Get a good engine, one of the Fairbanks-Morse 
kind. A postal card to Fairbanks, Morse & 
Co., Franklin and Monroe Streets, Chicago, will 
bring you their catalogue 817 S. M., which tells 
about the smaller sizes. 

For a wee little camera to put in your pocket 
and take along on your trip, the new Premoette 
can't be beaten. It is one of the most compact 
daylight-loading film cameras in the world, 
takes pictures 2j by 3 \, and it weighs only 
eleven ounces. Economical, because first cost is 
small, films are less expensive than if they were 
larger, and then you can have your best nega- 
tives enlarged. Get a catalogue from the 
Rochester Optical Company, 46 South Street, 
Rochester, N. Y. 

Before you go on your vacation send for a 
copy of "Reflections of a Rambler," by Elmore 
Elliott Peake. With four illustrations in color 
by Eugene E. Speicher. Sent to any address 
upon receipt of five cents to cover postage. 
The Warner & Swascy Co., Pub., Cleveland, 

The art catalogue of the Ithaca Gun Com- 
pany, Ithaca, N. Y., is most interesting, it illus- 
trating and describing seventeen grades of shot- 
guns. The Ithaca featherweight, 54-pound, 
small-gauge guns are becoming very popular 
for upland bird shooting. 

The new Marlin 3-pound, 10-ounce, .22 
caliber repeater, the Model No. 18, has taken 
hold to a surprising degree; since its advent, six 
months ago, the manufacturers have at no time 
caught up with orders for this little rifle. 

Many calls have come from campers, cyclists, 
canoeists and others for this .22, fitted with a 
sling, and the Marlin Company announces that 
it can, at a slight additional charge, now furnish 
the Model No. 18, fitted with swivels and sling 
strap. Another feature of interest to our readers 
is the fact that, if the rifle is loaded with the 
short cartridges and a long-range shot is pre- 
sented, the shooter can, with the action open, 
remove the short cartridge from the carrier and 
insert a long-rifle cartridge directly into the 
chamber. He can then do accurate and effective 
work at ranges up to 200 yards, 



The Gundlach -Manhattan Ootical Company, 
Rochester, N. Y., is now making four sizes — 
5x7, 6\ x 8§, 8x10, iix 14 — of the Wizard 
view cameras, new models. These cameras 
have been improved at every possible point, and 
we give the following information for reference: 

The 5x7 size has a detachable ground glass 
frame, held by invisible springs on the Korona 
principle, giving it a very neat appearance. 
This allows for the use of a cartridge roll holder, 
and film pack adapters may be altered to fit. 
The lens board is large enough for stereo work. 

The bellows capacity of the 6\ x 8£ and 8x10 
sizes has been increased to 27-inch and 32-inch 

With the 6| x 8§, 8 x 10 and n x 14 sizes, we 
supply a simple bed brace, which is effective in 
making the bed proper absolutely rigid when 
the camera is fully extended. The general con- 
struction has been improved in many ways, and 
the Wizards are now among the most desirable 
view cameras on the market in every respect. 

The 5x7 size takes the standard Korona 
holder, and book holders are made for the 
11 x 14 size. The 6£ x 8| and 8 x 10 Wizards 
use the Wizard view holders as before made on 
the Korona principle. Our camera-using read- 
ers will understand and appreciate these im- 
provements, and to any one interested in a good 
view camera, we recommend the free catalogue 
issued by this company. 

of an inch and absolutely free from flaws. See 
the advertisement of Harrington & Rithaidson 
Arms Company in another part of this issue. 

The Accident Cabinet Company, Kalama- 
zoo, Mich., is placing on the market a small 
medicine and accident cabinet, suitable for 
travelers, autoists, etc. It contains twenty-four 
articles most likely to be needed in case of illness 
or accident. They also manufacture larger 
sizes for use in factories, shops, etc. 

Their advertisement may be found on another 
page of this magazine. 

The camper or the hunter often meets with 
an emergency when the preservation of his life 
may depend upon the possession of a quick, 
reliable and accurate pocket weapon. It may 
be a wildcat, a rattlesnake or perhaps a savage 
dog that is encountered. In any case, the pos- 
sessor of an "H. & R." hammerless revolver 
is equipped for all contingencies. It is small, 
light weight and easily carried. May be fired 
instantly by simply pulling the trigger, yet at the 
same time it is absolutely safe, since there is no 
other way by which it can be fired except by 
pulling the trigger. It is sold at a price that is 
within the reach of everybody, yet is not a 
"cheap" weapon, because it is made of the very 
best materials. Every revolver is rigidly tested 
in the factory and is accurate to the thousandth 

At this season of the year there is very little 
use for the gun and dog. It is only a month, 
however, until the shooting season will open 
again, and then the hunters will secure many 
fine and valuable specimens of both birds and 
animals. This is the time to be getting ready 
for the shooting season, and, among other things, 
it would seem very desirable for the sportsman 
to learn how to thoroughly preserve the trophies 
he will get. If any of our readers are interested 
in learning taxidermy for themselves, we would 
recommend that they immediately write to the 
Northwestern School of Taxidermy, Omaha, 
Nebr., for prospectus and full particulars of 
their methods of teaching this art by mail. This 
school has many thousands of students among 
the leading sportsmen of the country, and is 
heartily endorsed by some of the best-known 

The celebrated Dowagiac artificial minnows, 
about which you have heard so much, are made 
by Jas. Heddon & Son, Dowagiac, Mich. Ad- 
dress Department 6G and ask for the catalogue 
showing the various baits in full colors. Also 
ask for the booklet containing pointers on bait- 
casting. The Heddons know how. 

Did you read what we said in these columns 
last month about the Xo. 3B folding Hawk -Eye 
Camera for sportsmen? If not, look it up, or 
write the Blair Camera Company, Rochester, 
N. Y., for a catalogue. 

With a Savage .22 target rifle, Mr. C. W. 
Robbins, of Leicester, on March 17, 1906, made 
94 consecutive bulls-eyes in 95 shots, scoring 
474 out of a possible 475. Targets used were 
the N. R. A. 25 yards miniature standard. 
This speaks pretty well for the Savage rifle. 

Marble's "Expert" Hunting Knives were 
particularly designed to meet the requirements 
of the professional hunter, trapper and guide 
who requires a thin, keen edge for pressing skins 
and furs. The back of blade is designed for 
scraping skins while on the forms. 

They are made in five and six-inch blades — 
razor ground — with handles of cocobola, made 
in the same manner as the famous Marble Ideal 
Hunting Knife. 

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Waterproof tents and every requisite for campers from a "frying-pan 
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You can't be too careful in the selection of your camp outfit— better 
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When not locked down, a simple spring in the hinge joint instantly brings it into v ' 
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It can be used on all rifles with long firing bolts. 

The lower sleeve is a jamb nut which prevents the elevation sleeve from turning 
and holds the disc stem rigid at any elevation. 

Interchangeable discs allow change of aperture at will. The screw in bottom of 
stem makes point blank adjustment easy. 

This sight will suit all American rifles, but 
when ordering state whether or not Rifle has 
pistol-grip stock and give caliber and model. 
Ask your dealer first. Price, only $3.00. Front sights 
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Disc No. a (attached to stem). Disc No. 1. 
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Here are some reasons why a TTlarZin Model 1897, 
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In finish, workmanship and balance this rifle 
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Every single piece and screw and pin in this gun is 
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quality. This and other 2%ar///i rifles are the 
only repeating rifles to which telescopes can be 

attached because the top of the breech is solid and 
the empty shell is ejected from the side. 

The fact that this rifle handles .22 short, .22 long, and 
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For all sorts of small game this rifle is recommended, and 
with the long-rifle cartridge it is very deadly to hawks, owls, 
eagles, geese, ducks and any other shy birds which are hard to 
approach and require a hard blow to kill. 

As a target rifle at long or short ranges, with or without a 
telescope, the fflar/ln Model 1897, .22 caliber repeating 
rifle is the guaranteed equal of any in the world. 

If your dealer cannot supply you, write us direct. A complete description of 
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Loaded Shells or Repeating Shotguns 


At the Grand American Handicap Tournament 

This great victory for Winchester Factory Loaded Shells and 
Winchester Repeating Shotguns under most trying weather con- 
ditions tells a convincing story of wonderful marksmanship, and 
stamps Winchester shells and guns as being as near perfect as 
brains and ingenuity can make them. 

amateur, shooting Winchester Factory Loaded "Leader" Shells. 
Score, oaxioo. SECOND, Geo. J. Roll, shooting Winchester Factory 
Loaded •"Leader" Shells, and Geo. L. Lyon, shooting a Winchester 
Repeating Shotgun. Score, 93x160. 

PRELIMINARY HANDICAP: Won by an amateur shooting Win- 
chester Factory Loaded " Leader" Shells from the 20-yard mark. Score, 
93x100 and 20 straight in the shoot-off. SECOND, F. M. Edwards, 
shooting a Winchester Repeating Shotgun. THIRD, Ed. Voris, shoot- 
ing Winchester Factory Loaded "Leader" Shells. 

PROFFSSIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP: Won by Walter Huff, shoot- 
ing Winchester Factory Loaded "Leader" Shells. Score, 145x150. 
THIRD: W. R. Crosby, shooting Winchester Factory Loaded "Leader" 
Shells, and Jno. R. Taylor, shooting Winchester Factory Loaded 
"Leader" Shells and a Winchester Repeating Shotgun, tied. Score, 

AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP: Won by Guy Ward, shooting a 
Winchester Repeating Shotgun. Score, 144x150. 

TRAM RACE: Highest individual score in this event was made by 
an amateur shooting Winchester Factory Loaded "Leader" Shells. 

The Harder the Conditions the Surer a Winchester Victory 

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for Field and Trap 

Won Championship of Kentucky, Illinois and Ohio, May 
28th and June 7th. Preferred by thousands of discrimi- 
nating sportsmen. All grades — loaded with Black, Semi- 
smokeless or Smokeless powder — each the best of its kind. 


Loaded with the famous Semi-smokeless, are the cleane.-t, 
most accurate, uniform and reliable on the market. Won In- 
door Rifle Championship of the U. S. nine successive years. 


New York: 98 Chambers Street 
T. H. Keller. Mgr. 



Sportsmen's Clothing 

Sheds Water like a Duck's Back 

Combines the advantage of perfect tailoring with 
protection against rain. Water-proofed by a patent 
process, permitting thorough ventilation, yet rain 
does not penetrate in any ordinary storm. Soft 
and pliable; sightly and durable; no rubber or 
paraffine. .Fit, finish and waterproof qualities 

Coat lined throughout the entire body with same 
rain-proof material as outside. Patent bellows 
under arms give extra ventilation and freedom of 
movemen t with paddle, rod or gun. Pockets for 

Trousers reinforced front and large double seat. 

Give loose breast measure over garments to be 
worn with coat. Waist and leg measure for 

Made in two colors, light tan and dead grass 

Coat, $5 ; trousers, $3 ; hat, f 1. Express prepaid. 


Neatly tailored coat and skirt. Gives absolute 
protection on any outing trip. Suitable for gun- 
ning, fishing, tramping, boating climbing. Coat. 
|5.00; skirt, $4.00. Express prepaid. Booklet, with. 
Bamplesof material and directions for self-meas- 
urement sent free. Special discount to dealers. 

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The BEST Known Revolver in the World 

Calibres .38 and .41 


"New Army" 

Revolver is known and used all over the world. 
Made for use and to stand up under it. The 
" New Army " is an ideal weapon for outdoors ; 
is medium in weight, yet takes one of the 

most powerful cartridges. Cfl Simple, effective and reliable at all times. 
Has a perfect hang, balance and grip. A combination of accuracy, dura- 
bility and reliability recognized by the United States Government when 
they adopted it as the Standard Revolver for the Army and Navy. 

For over 50 years the Standard of the Firearms World— COLT 


Colt's Patent Firearms Manufacturing Co. 


London Office 

15a Pall Mall, London, S. W. 

A Fay & Bowen Engine 

Took One First and One Second Prize 
in the Palm Beach Races in February. 

A FAY & BOWEN ENGINE came in first in 
the Chicago-Mackinaw Endurance run last summer, 
running the 39 hours without a single stop. 

A Reliable Two-Cycle Machine started without a 

Our unique Make-and-Break Sparker is admitted to 
be the best. 

Write for free catalogue of Motors and Fine Boats. 

Fay & Bowen Engine Co. 

74 Lake Street, Geneva, N. Y. 

Cut It in Half 

and you will see that, un- 
like all other Collar Buttons, 

The One-Piece 


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Hayes am 






Mailed free On application. 











N. Y. 


it fails you at a critical moment. 
Don't give it a chance to fail you — 
use "3-in-One" and it never will ! 

tains no 
acid. It abso- 
lutely prevents 
rust. Apply it to rod 
joints, they will come 
apart easily. Use on rod, 
— it's good for wood — pro- 
otes pliability. Rub on line, 
prevents rotting. Trial bottle 
sent FREE by G.W. COLE CO., 
1 ti si Washington Life Building, 
New York City. 

EVERYTHING fcr the Sportsman may be 
*** had by securing subscriptions for Recrea- 
tion. Send for illustrated catalogue, mailed 
free. Recreation, 23 W. 24th St., New York. 

I Can Cure 



by mail without any suffering. I cured my- 
self after all others failed. Write for my cir- 
cular. It contains addresses of many people 
cured by me, as well as my own experience. 
I will prove my claim to your confidence before 
asking you to take my treatment. 

W. J. CARNEY, 567 Lebanon St., 




Can be made from an ordinary Canoe or Row-boat by install ng a 


2 Actual Bare GO A 90 
H. P. Engine iDfe**i= 



Catalog FREE 

No. 308291 

H. D. Blurd's latest and greatest 2 
cycle gasoline engine. Simplest, strong- 
est, most powerful and speedy engine 
of its class — drives Canoe, Row-boat or 12 to 20 ft. Launch G to 19 miles 
per hour, or a 35 ft. Sailor Z% to 4 miles per hour as an auxiliary. Reversi- 
ble — runs in either direction — anyone can install and run it — always safe 
and certain to go. SOLD UNDER 5 YEAR GUARANTEE. 

SAINT CLAIR MOTOR CO., Dept. 8 Detroit, Mich. 

No. 321297 

No. 319295 


No. 375296 

BJ I I M™T"r D^2 can ma ^ e t ^ r own High Power hard or soft point bullets, 
^1 ^J I ll I LllO with two moulds, and keep some Cash in their pocket- 
books for powder, instead of spending it all for high-priced metal covered bullets that wear out 
the barrels. Send us the calibre of your rifle with three two-cent stamps for sample 

LnlW nnrl rlpcrrWivP rirniW The PhlL 4 !*«*•«* c «' «*f San Francisco, Cal., Agents for Pacific Coast. 

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IDEAL MANUFACTURING CO., 12 U Street, New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. 

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Vacation Time 

suggests the " Great-Out-of -Doors" — getting 
near to Nature — and all its attendant pleasures. 
Your outing will be a complete success if vou arc 
equipped with one of our tried and proved 


Your local merchant should handle the STEVENS. Ask 
him. It you cannot obtain, we ship direct, express prepaid, 
upon receipt of catalog price. 

i^o-page catalog illustrating and describing- in detail the 
entire SI EYLNS line will he mailed for 4 cents in stamps 
to pay postage. Send for it—ii you shoot, or are going to, 
you will need it. 

Send 10 cents in stamps for beautiful Stevens Hanger 


P.O. Box 444, 



i^feis BAKER GVNS ©OTais 



This is one of our TWELVE DIFFERENT GRADES comprising a 
complete line of both STEEL and DAMASCUS barrels* Among 
them there is one to suit YOUR REQUIREMENTS for QUALITY, 
SERVICE and PRICE. BAKER GUNS are non-dischargeatle ex- 
cept by actually pulling the triggers — thereby SAFE from any internal 
derangement of mechanism. 

Send for free copy of the u Baker Gunner," fully descriptive and interest- 
ing to sportsmen. 

Baker Gun and Forging Co., Batavia.N. Y.,U.S. A. 

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is the Twentieth Century possibility with 
our system of One Lever Control. For the 
health-seeker there is nothing that will 
produce the desired results quicker than a 
comfortable and reliable boat. Ask your 
doctor and let us show you. For business, 
towing, freighting and all other purposes 
where hard and continuous service is re- 
quired, Racine Boats will " make good " be- 
cause they are fitted with heavy, powerful 
engines that have stood the test of years. 
Remember we offer you 22 years of suc- 
cessful experience. 

A complete line of Racine Motor Boats, 
Auto Boats, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Hunt- 
ing Boats, Dingheys, Canoes, Engines and 
Boat Supplies will be found at our different 
show rooms for inspection, trial and 
prompt delivery. 

122 W. 34th St., New York 
509 Tremont St., Boston 
38 Delaware Ave., Camden 
1321 Michigan Ave., Chicago 
182 Jefferson Ave., Detroit 
321 First Ave. S., Seattle 

St. Louis 
New Orleans 
Jacksonville, Pla. 
San Francisco 
Los Angeles 

Nashville, Tenn. 

Savannah, Ga. 







Sault Ste. Marie 

Mexico City, Mexico 

Write for catalog and say what you want. 
We'll do the rest. 


Racine Boat Mfg. Co. 

Muskegon, Michigan 


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for S H OTG U N S and R [ FLE S 


395 out of a possible 400 

Long, continuous Run Breaking without a miss 
(winning high average) 213 

195 out 'of a possible 2 00 

Tulsa, T. T., May 7, 1906. 
MR. ED. O'BRIEN made above scores. 

MR. E. C. GRIFFITH, at Boston Shooting 
Association, April 21, 1906, broke (30 being at 
20 yards) 

I 4 7 out of a possible I 5 O 

At Watertown, Mass., May 5, 1906, in a team 
match, he 

Broke all his birds, 100 straight 

Both Chose to Shoot 


A Now Bulk Powder for Shot Guns Only 

Clean shooting, makes a perfect pattern, high velocity, safe, is 
unaffected by climate. 

Have your shells loaded with "Dead Shot Smokeless." Your 
dealer will gladly supply it. If you are in doubt, write to us. 
Write to us anyway, for booklet. 



Nebraska State Tournament, held at Lincoln, 
Neb., June 5, 6, 7, MR. ED. O'BRIEN won 
high average, 

470 out of a possible 500I 466 out of a Possible 500 

GEO. MACKIE, Scammon, Kan., won 2d 
high amateur average with 

Both Chose to Shoot DEAD SHOT— Why not you 9 

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'The Harder it Blows — the Brighter it Glows" 


Cigar Lighter 

(Prac t ical ly\ 

Lights cigar, cigarette 
and pipe anywhere, at 
any time — in wind, rain 
or snow — on 
land or sea. 





Fits the vest- 
pocket like a 
match box. Is 
always ready 
and never fails 
to work. It's 
guaranteed for 
two years. 

73 Actual size — 
With side re- 
moved, showing 
fuse in position 
to light cigar, 
cigarette or pipe. 





Is a necessity 
to the smoker, 
especially the 
Yachts mn , 
Golfer or 

Your dealer has (or can get) "The Matchless Cigar 
Lighter" — if he won't, we will mail you one post- 
paid with instructions for use and our two year 
guarantee — on receipt of price, 50 cents. Illus- 
trated and descriptive circulars on application. 

The Matchless Cigar Lighter Mfg. Co., Dept. 9 

16 John Street, New York City, N. Y. 




A Palatable and 
Portable Food for 

Travelers, Campers, Sea-Goers 

■™- Hunger - Satisfying 

Health - Sustaining 
and Does Not Cre- 
»^|||K r ate Thirst 



and you'll know 
it in the dark 



New York 

Von Lengerke & Detmold 
Outfitters to Sportsmen 

349 Fifth Ave. (Cor. 34th St.) New York 
♦I Supply your needs or notions (or 


from an experience of twenty-five 
years exclusively in sporting goods. Also 
dealers in athletic goods of all kinds, cam- 
eras, ammunition, cutlery, etc., shown to you 
only by salesmen who are experts 
in each line. 


It doesn't matter much how far 
you go or how long you slay, the 
first meal time in the open calls for a 
cooking outfit, and from then on it be- 
comes a question of comfortable eating, 
comfortable sleeping and comfortable 

If ycu have not seen our new 300-page 
catalogue R, you have no conception of the 
hundreds of devices which make outdoor life 
comfortable. Send for the catalogue; we 
mail it postpaid on request. 


Complete Outfits for Explorers, Campers, 

Prospectors and Hunters 

57 Reade Street, (One door from Broadway) New York 

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ne Hunter One-Triooer 


Fitted to an L. C. Smith Gun 
makes a combination that is 
impossible to surpass and very 
difficult to equal. The parts are 
large and strong, action is pos- 
itive and it does just what we 
say it will and does it every 
Never doubles. Never balks. 

Ask for Art Catalogue 


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The Name of "Savage 

on a Fire Arm is a triple guarantee of quality. 
It means that material, workmanship and finish are "all 
right.' ' Take our " Featherweight " as an example. It 
weighs only 6 pounds and is the lightest practical large 
game repeating rifle ever made. 20-inch barrel, finely 
tapered and made of our " Hi-Pressure " Steel. 

Caliber 25-35, 30-30 and 303. A hammerless weapon 
with strongest breeching mechanism and cylindrical maga- 
zine. It is the most perfectly balanced Fire Arm ever pro- 
duced. Price, $2 1 .00. 

Our new model Savage "Take Down" Rifle is easily taken apart 
and reassembled, which feature, however, in no way interferes 
with the strength or efficiency of the weapon. Weight. 7^ pounds. 
Your dealer should have it. Price, $20.00. Write us direct if your 
dealer can't supply you. Send for catalogue to-day. 


598 Turner Street, 

Utica, New York 

For Large Game Shooting 

Sauer-Mauser Rifles 

Shooting, Balance and Workmanship unsurpassed 
8 m / m or .315 Caliber, 9 m / m or .354 Caliber 



302 and 304 Broadway 

New York City 

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k !•: (' R I'. A lid \ ' S A I) Y K R T I s !•: R 


Marine Engines 

Sheffield Type 

4'., 9 and 18 

1,2 and 4 


Few parts to get out of or.ler 
All ineUianiMii easily a< i essible 

We guarantee that engine will 
develop in. .re than rate. I 11. 1*. 

All parts subject to heat, water -jacketed 
Built ofbest material by expert workmen 

A thoroughly tried up-to-date Engine of Four Cycle Type 
Send for Catalogue No. 817 SM 



Franklin and Monroe Streets, Chicago, 111. 



The most highly perfected speed boat of 1906. 

Lengths 21, 23, 25 ft. Substantial in construction ; de- 
veloping highest speed. Motor, exhaust and ignition 
of types for 1907. 

Reliability and correctness of construction guaran- 

Our famous Atlantic Seagoing Dories and Atlantic 
Motor Skiffs for early delivery. We can deliver 
promptly our Atlantic and Merrimac Motors. 

Full information sent on request; also our handsome 
illustrated folder No. 16. 


Boston Office and Salesroom, 59 Haverhill St. 


Fine for Fishing, Camping and Seashore 

Hand woven by Mexicans 
in Mexico from palm fiber. 
Double weave, durable 
and light weight with col- 
ored design in brim. Re- 
tails at $1 .00, sent postpaid 
for 50c. to introduce our 
Mexican hats and drawn- 
work. Same hat, plain, 
40c; both for 75c. Large, 
medium and small sizes. 

Dept. NT, Mesilla Park, N. M 

That the structural 
strength of the Cadillac 
is much greater than 
ordinary service requires 
is shown in the fact that 
this machine was the only 
one found to stand the 
strain of " Leaping the 
Gap," as pictured above. 
Either the axles or frame 
of all other machines tried 
bent under the heavy 
impact. With 



shown (a regular stock 
car) the performer is making 
repeated trips without the slightest 
damage to his machine. 

While this proves nothing to the 
person who wants an automobile to 
meet ordinary conditions of road 
travel, it does show that the strength 
of the Cadillac is never found want- 
ing, no matter what the test. 

This and the many other sterling 
qualities of the Cadillac will be 
cheerfully demonstrated by your 
nearest dealer, whose address we 
will send upon request. Let us also 
send our illustrated Booklet K. 

Model K, 10 h. p. Runabout (shown above), $750. 

Model M, Light Touring Car, $950. 

Model H, 30 h. p. Touring Car, $2,500. 

All prices f. o. b. Detroit. Lamps not Included. 

Cadillac Motor Car Co., 
Detroit, Mich. 

Member A. L. A. N. 

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The pleasure of an outing afloat or ashore is increased by the cooling 
comfort of a good draught of DUFFY'S APPLE JUICE. 

For healthfulness and deliciousness there's no other beverage comparable 
with it. It has the ripe flavor of freshly gathered apples, with a snap and 
sparkle all its own. 

DUFFY'S APPLE JUICE is the pure juice of the ripe apples, sterilized 
and non-alcoholic. It is the health drink par excellence for old and young. 

Sold by all first class grocers and druggists. If your dealer cannot supply you send us 
$3.00 for trial dozen pint bottles; all charges prepaid to any part of the United States, 

DUFFY'S Mother Goose book for the children sent free on request. 




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R E C R E A T I O N * S AD V E R T 1 S E R 

'•UX 9 Ull 


After you have tried all 
other makes of fishing rods, 
get a "Bristol" Steel Fish- 
ing Rod. It is backed by over 
1 7 years of experience in the 
making and is guaranteed free 
from detects in material or 

Fishermen with years of 
experience tell us that they "have used 
everything in the shape of a rod from a 
branch to a $40.00 bamboo rod and 
nothing has given better service or lasted 
longer than the 'Bristol.' " 

Your dealer sells "Bristol" rods, but 
for your protection see that you get the 
genuine. It has the name "Bristol" 
stamped on the reel-seat. 

FREE Our beautiful color catalog. This 
describes the '•"Bristol " Steel Fishing Rod, etc., 
as well as the combination reel and handle. 


21 Horton Street, Bristol, Conn. 





The Name is 
stamped on every 
loop — 






Sample pair, Silk 50c., Cotton 25c, 
Mailed on receipt of price. 

GEO. FROST CO., Makers 
Boston, Mass., U.S.A. 


f T*HIS illustration shows the double thick nitro 
breech and narrow skeleton rib of an ITHACA 
No. 7 $300 list gun. €J This feature, together 
with the reinforced frame, reinforced stock and 
double bolt, makes the ITHACA the strongest and 
safest gun for Nitro powder. l|We build every- 
thing from a featherweight 5! pound 20 gauge 
gun to a ioj pound 10 guage duck, fox and goose 
gun. ^ Send for Art Catalogue describing 17 grades 
10, 12, 16 and 20 gauge guns ranging in price 
from $17.75 t0 $3°°- 


Lock Box 3 

Pacific Coast Branch, 114 Second Street, San Francisco, California 

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Famous Safety 



Price iml-M) 








Our NAME PLATE (as above) guarantees correctness 
of models and quality. All materials are selected carefully 
and applied by skilled workmen. Variety of models. Prices 
from $28 up. Prompt delivery. 

Send NOW for free illustrated catalog. 

OLD TOWN CANOE CO., 28 Middle St., Old Town, Me. 


Sportsman's Book 

544 Pages 1000 Illustrations 

Sent Free 

New edition just 
from the press. 
Most common- 
sense Guide ever 
published. Be- 
sides HUNT- 
and T RAP- 
PING, the infor- 
m a t i o n on 
camp cooking is 
invaluable. A 
library in one 
handsome volume 

















Write us To-Day. A Post Card Will Do. 

Address : 

American & Canadian Sportsman's Assn. 

L,ox 288, ELGIN, ILL. 

For 4 cents postage we will send free, a fla^t-folding 
pocket cup. I 

is not a toy intended for children, 

but a safe, durable and accurate 

weapon for the man or woman who 

needs a revolver for purposes of 

offense or defense, or for the huntsman, army 

officer or policeman. 

In the H. & R. Hammerless Revolver there 
is no hammer to catch in the clothing and cause 
accidental discharge in drawing it from the 
pocket. The only way possible to discharge 
it, is to pull the trigger. 

All H. & R. Revolvers are made of the very 
best obtainable materials in a factory equipped 
with the most improved machinery operated by 
skilled mechanics. It is a marvel. Small and 
light in proportion to its effectiveness. Perfect 
in balance and finish, and extremely durable. 
The automatic device for ejecting the empty 
shells, makes reloading easy. The handle is so 
shaped as to insure a sure grip. 

Every revolver bearing our name passes the 
most rigid inspection and is thoroughly tested 
before leaving the factory. We could not afford 
to risk our reputation by permitting an H. & R. 
Revolver to be sold unless it is without a single 
flaw. Our guarantee goes with every one. 

H. & R. .vevolvers are made in many styles and sizes 
Blue and nickel finish. Prices from $2.50 to $8.00. 
The Hammerless illustrated in this ad. , finest nickel finish, 
is $6.00. Our catalogue gives full particulars. 

A postal card will bring it. H. & R. Revolvers are sold 
by all dealers in reliable sporting goods. If not sold in 
your town, we will ship direct prepaid on receipt of 

Harrington & Richardson Arms Co. 

317 Park Ave., Worcester, Mass. 

Makers of H. & R. Single Gun. 


Aseptic Paper 
Drinking Cups 

Indispensable for traveling-, autoing, canoeing or fishing, and even- 
day use. 

Better than metal cups. No rust, no grit, no wiping. Just shake out 
water and fold. 

Each cup in sealed envelope. Can be carried in vest pocket or pi:rse. 

One cup can be used 50 times. Endorsed by highest medical authorities. 

Let us know your dealer's name and address. We will send you 3 cups 
for ioc, or 8 cups for 25c. 

ASEPTIC DRIXKIXfi CTP f 0„ 20 Brattle Street. Cambri.lsre. Ma". 

Mascalonge Galore. Pine Cone Camp 

Rest fishing and hunting resort in Northwest. Over 40 lakes. In I-ake 
Itasca Region. Rustic Log Cabins, well furnished. "Klinker"' Boats. 
Reasonable rates. Bus meets trains. Write for particulars. 
C. L. THOMAS, Proprietor, Dorset, Hubbard. Co., Minn. 

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STERN Pltct 


By (he BROOKS System 

10,686 novices — most of them with no tool ex- 
perience whatever — built boats by the Brooks system 
last year. Over fifty per cent, have built their 
second boats. Many have established themselves in 
the boatbuilding business. 

If you can drive a nail and cut out a piece of ma- 
terial from a full-siz.e pattern— you can build a Canoe— 
Rowboat — Sailboat — Launch — or Yacht — in 
your leisure time — at home. 

The Brooks System consists of exact size printed 
paper patterns of every part of the boat — with de- 
tailed instructions and working illustrations show • 
ing each step of the work — an itemized bill of ma- 
terial required and how to secure it. 

All you need is the patterns, costing from S2.50 
up— and materials from S5.00 up. Only common 
household tools required. 

We also furnish complete boats in the Knockdown 
form— ready to put together. Satisfaction guaranteed 
or money refunded. 

Our big free catalog tells how you can build 
boats all styles — all sizes. 


(originators of the Pattern System of Boat Building) 
508 Ship Street, - Bay City, Mich., U. S. A. 

HAIL, campers out! — you had better forget the 
salt than the Club Cocktails. They take the 
roughness out of the roughest fare. 

They are real cocktails— just what the bar mixed 
drinks are not . Club Cocktails are mixed by 
measure from the finest liquors, then 
aged in wood. In portable form, they 
are cheaper and better than the 
best of the guess-work kind. 

Just strain through cracked ice 
and serve. 

Seven varieties — each one delicious — of all 
good dealers. 

G. F. HEUBLEIN & BRO., Sole Props. 

Hartford New York London 


has made the most marvelous records, figuring speed with horse-power ; 
combine these with reliability and economy, and it 
merits your thorough investigation. 

Rochester Gas Engine Co., 711 Driving Park Ave., Rochester, N.Y. 
T. P. Bushnell, 114 East 28th Street, New York, 

Agent lur .\c>\ York, has full line of engines in stock. 


Motor Boats, Rowboats, Hunting and Fishing Boats 

built of steel with air chambers in each end like a lifeboat. Faster, 
more buoyant, practically indestructible, don't leak, dry out and are 
absolutely safe. They can't sink. \<> calking, no bailing, no trouble. 
Every boat is guaranteed. Highly endorsed by sportsmen. The ideal 
boats for pleasure or sport. Catalogue describing our complete line of 
raft sent free on request. 
The W. H. Mullins Co.. 320 Franklin Street. Salem. Ohio 

An attractive pamphlet, full of the temptation WJT • *^ ^ m ^ /^ Two Splendid New Day 
of river.neld and mountain, is published by the B-f f'tl'TA* #" ' &T* f/)/' Trains with Dining-Car Service 
CENTRAL VERMONT RAILWAY «••*•'»•'•'"* X ^* ' •" * ** See announcement^ "Fumnur Homes." Those 
un-ler the title. "Summer Homes in the Green W 7 v • , wh oh ave "° l V e t sealed the P reat question as 
Hills of Vermont. Islands and Shores of Lake l//y /1/f/f /\f« to where the vacation shall be spent can hardly do 
Champlaln. Adirondacks and Canada." It is filled V CfCCiMC/77 b * tter * ha " ccnsu * this, pamphlet, which may be 
with excellent pictures of summertime scenes in obtained by six cents for postage to 
places far from the press of city life. There are complete descrip- ^^J 16£J E> C C L Es *Sk T O ,/V JE 
tions of the various resorts convenient timetables and lists of the Vj£7 Southern Pas'senger Agent, Central Vermont Railway 
special excursion rates of which the wise may take advantage. ^^ 5? ft 5 RROAI"*WAV mfw YORK CITY 

The Outing Launch c^p 1 * 4250- 




Your vacation, if near a body of water, will be incomplete without a launch. 


- - « m ' <■ 

For hunting, fishing or pleasure, the Outing is superior to all boats of its 
class. Draws but io to 14 ins. of water, speedy, comfortable, 18 ft. long 
on water line, reversing engine. Regular launch construction with exclusive 
"Outing-" features. We can ship immediately. Write for descriptive catalog. 
OUTING BOAT CO., 13512 South Park Ave.. Chicago, 111. 



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to four of your friends and secure their subscriptions. Send their full 
names and addresses with $6,00 to "RECREATION," 23 West 24th 
Street, New York City, and we will immediately send you any one of the 
following articles you may select. They are all standard goods of reliable 

Harrington & Richardson Revolver- 
Model 1905. 
Iver Johnson's Double Action Revolver. 
Stevens' Rifle— Maynard, Jr., No. 15. 
Laughton Line Drying Reel. 
" Champion " Fly Book. 
Vom Hofe Multiplying Reel. 
Large Extra Quality Creel. 


Landing Net with Steel Frame. 
Clothing Bag. 
Patent Punching Bag. 
" Duxbak " Sportsman's Pants. 
Brooks' Boat Pattern for Skiff No. 92. 
" Marble" Safety Pocket Knife No. 2. 
Spalding's Youths' Boxing Gloves. 
Spalding's Jersey. 
Cartridge Vest. 


Camera Reputation is founded upon 


Our line for 1906 is the result of 

over 22 years' experience in doing 

one thing well — making Cameras. 

New Catalog, describing all the latest 
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pOR SALE — Pointer Dogs cheap. Jud Moore, 
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QUAIL DOGS— Rip Rap Puppies, Liver and White 
Different litters. Hunters, everyone. Better point- 
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big noses. J. A. Rutherford, Staunton, Va. 

POINTERS AND SETTERS wanted, to train. 
Game plenty. Also four trained dogs for sale. 

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\y ANTED— All English Setter Bitch, about one year 
old, not trained. Geo. P. Langford, Vernon, 

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from the water. State age and price. FRANK 
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g EAGLE HOUNDS— Young and mature stock. 
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yHIRTY-SEVEN— Foxhounds, Beagles, Coon Dogs 
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pOR SALE— Trained Coon, Fox and Rabbit Hounds. 
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enough to run this Fall, from $5.00 to $25.00. 
L. M. Giles, Leonardsville, N. Y. 

pOR SALE — Fox hound pups out of Lever's Fly> 

97745 A. K. C. Sired by a fine fox dog of good 

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fWord from Belmore Browne, Rf.creatiox's 
special correspondent with the Cook expedition to 
Mt. McKinley, in Alaska, brings the welcome news 
that, by the time this is in print, the party will prola- 
bly have accomplished the ascent of the hitherto 
unconquercd McKinley. 

TfThe party went up from Tyoonok in the 35-horse- 
power gasoline launch which Dr. Cook took with 
him for the trip, except for three packers, who took 
the horses overland from Tyoonok. Three horses 
fell into the smoldering coals of an abandoned coal 
mine near the Buluga river and were so badly burn- 
ed that they had to be shot. Six 
others of the train ran away 
when crossing rivers and were 
not recovered. This left but 
eleven horses in the string when 
the packers at last arrived where 
the launch was waiting, eight 
miles above what had been re- 
garded as the head of navigation 
on the Yentna. 

UAt the head of the left fork 
of the Yentna, Dr. Cook and 
Capt. W. X. Armstrong, of 
Seward, Alaska, went ahead 
\plore for a pass over the 
Kuskokwim range which Dr. 
Cook believed to exist there, 
judging from observations of 
the contour of the range he 
made on his previous expedi- 
tion two years ago. The j ass 
was found, and Capt. Arm- 
strong left the party at the 
pass, which leads from the 
Yentna to the Tonzona river, 
bringing mail to Seward, which 
included our correspondent's let- 
ter. Mr. Browne stated that he was enjoying the trip 
immensely, and that although Dr. Cook was not 
certain where he would start to climb McKinley, 
it would in all probability be somewhere along the 
northwestern slope. There are ten men in the 
party, and Mr. Browne declares if only Dr. Cock 
and one other succeed in getting to the summit of 
the highest mountain in America and the biggest 
mountain in the world, he will be "that other man." 

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^Equally as interesting to wildfowl shooters as is 
the present number to hunters of upland game 


An uncompromising fight 
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tion and propagation of all 
game; placing a sane limit 
on the bag that can be taf^en 
in a day or season; the pre- 
vention of the shipment or 
transportation of game, ex- 
cept in limited quantities, 
and then only when accom- 
panied by the party r»ho 
killed it; the prohibition of 
the sale of game. These are 
"Recreation's" slogans now 
and forever. 

birds, our October number will by far outclass any 
other periodical for that month. And it will not 
alone be remarkable for its interest to the wild- 
fowl shooters; there will be special articles of wide 
appeal on speed in rowing, horsemanship, the 
Indians of Labrador, hunting big game. Be sure 

to get a copy. 

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• It isn't because we think any less of the boys, 
but the demands for space for new matter of inter- 
est to "grown-ups" has made it necessary to transfer 
the department conducted by Dan Beard for the 
"Sons of Danie Boone" to an- 
other magazine perhaps more 
closely allied to the younger 

^[Now, we believe in the "Sons" 
and are therefore glad to say 
that this change will in no way 
interfere with the growth and 
usefulness of their noble order. 
The founder, Mr. Beard, will 
conduct the pages devoted to 
the "Sons of Daniel Boone" 
to appear each month in the 
W Oman's Home Companion just 
as he has heretofore in Recrea- 
tion, and will contribute thereto 
the lore of woodcraft and manly 
sport acquireel in the course 
of many years in the open. 
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^[The all-powerful spirit of 
healthy, generous, optimistic, 
pleasure seeking America which 
finds expression in Recrea- 
tion's pages is not so critical, 
perhaps, as we are. At any rate, 
so far no one has seen fit to 
criticize the cover design of our August number. 
Only one person remarked that he had "seen some- 
thing similar in Scribner's." We were interested, and 
we found that indeed he had. We see so many 
magazines that we did not remember seeing a very 
similar drawing by another artist reproduced as the 
frontispiece in the March, 1906, number of Scribner's 
Magazine. And so it happens that our apologies are 
due to the publishing house of Charles Scribner's 
Sons, and a new motto adorns the wall of our art 
editor's sanctum, which reads: 
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Some Ducks of the Drylands 

By Edwyn Sandys 

A new subject covered in a new way by this 
most popular and widely experienced sportsman- 
author. It was suggested by his "Some Aquatic 
Quail," in the present number, and is one of the 
best things he has written. 

The Sons of the Settlers 

By Ernest Russell 

This will be a scries of articles written in the 
same optimistic vein as " Battling the Wilder- 
ness," by the same author, in our August 
number. Mr. Russell will show in his own 
sympathetic and forceful style the influence the 
little, hard-won New England farm has had and 
■still retains upon the sons of the settlers and 
upon the nation. 

Hunting the Red Deer 

By Wm. Arthur Babson 

This will be, without question, the best 
treatise on the white-tailed deer and its 
hunting that has appeared as a magazine 
article. Mr. Babson's standing as an author- 
ity and his skill and talent as a writer are 

Duck-Shooting with Gun and Camera 

By C. S. Cummings 

This will make the duck-shooting fraternity 
sit up and take notice. It will make the most 
skilled of wild game photographers rub their 
eyes and look again. A combination of a very 
unusual story and the most remarkable series 
of shooting pictures ever published. 

High Ground in Fox-Hunting 

By Brig. -Gen. Roger D. Williams 
Than the author of "Horse and Hound," 
no man in America is better qualified to write 
of fox-hunting, past, present and future. In 
this article he will tell much of the real, the 
here and now of fox hunting, where it is 
made one of the finest sports the world has 

Jungle Hunting in Panama 

By H. C. Cure 
Dr. Cure, while superintendent of the 
Colon Hospital, at Cristobal, Canal Zone, 
has found opportunity for trips into the 
interior. Being an enthusiastic sportsman, 
with wide experience in the game fields of the 
States, he found a rare field for wild sport 
and adventure in the jungles of the Isthmus. 
There are some excellent photographs. 

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Mallard-Shooting in the Timber 

By Ernest McGaffey 

Mr. McGaffey lives in Central Illinois, where 
mallard-shooting is seen at its best, and this, 
together with his well-known ability as a writer 
on shooting, should impel every duck-hunter to 
make sure of getting a copy of the number in 
which this article will appear. 

Dutch Corners Days 

By Roscoe Brumbaugh 

A scries of stories relating notable* happenings 
in a central Pennsylvania community of farmers 
who believe in ghosts and tokens and are far 
removed from the foibks and "refinements'' of 
advanced civilization. The author will tell how 
these simple country folk break the monotony of 
their toil, and show, with kindly humor, the 
picturesque side of their lives. 


The Indians of the Labrador 

By Clifford H. Easton 
During the past year the author made a 
2,500 mile journey through the interior of 
Labrador, which included a trip by dog- 
sledge in midwinter of over 1,500 miles. He 
was on the march for ten months, and he 
obtained his data for this article and his 
photographs at first hand. 

The Moose of Minnesota 

By Chauncey L. Canfield 

For several years past the author has 
assiduously hunted the big game of northern 
Minnesota and Wisconsin, and, long ex- 
perienced in the sport in the Rocky Moun- 
tains, his conclusions arc interesting and 

Deer-Hunting in Venezuela 

By Conrad Brandt 

The author of this interesting narrative 
was for some years a traveling salesman in 
South America for a German export house, 
and, being a keen sportsman and a trained 
journalist, he found material for many good 
stories, the best of which he will contribute 
to Recreation. 

The Call of the Geese 

By G. Murray Sheppard 

This writer is the acknowledged apostle of 
sports afield in the Dakotas. As a goose- 
hunter worth the name he has few superiors, 
and his skill as an entertaining writer is well 

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Now Ready! 

Cadillac supremacy once more asserts 
itself in the announcement that Model H, 
the final and perfected four-cylinder car 
for 1907, is ready for immediate delivery. 

In improvement and mechanical finish this magnificent car out distances by 
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Its tremendous power makes it a veritable wonder in hill climbing ; countless 
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Among the many features of the 1907 Cadillac are ease of control, due to our per- 
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Enjoy a demonstration by your nearest dealer. His address and descriptive 
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Volume XXV 


Number 3 


Cover Design 

Walking After Lew Chapin 
When You Went to the Fair (illustrated) 
Cruising the Fjords of the North Pacific 
Some Aquatic Quail 
Exploring Knox Mountain (illustrated) 
The Nomads of Romany (illustrated) 
Sport in Squirrel-Shooting (illustrated) 
Tramping Along the Trail (A Poem) 
High Hook at Avalon (illustrated) 
Bradley, from Baggs 
A Hit and a Miss ( illustrated) 
The Vanishing Prairie Hen ( illustrated) 
The Art of Camping 
The First-Rate Quail Dog (illustrated; 
Hunting California Quail (illustrated) 
Editorial .... 263 
The Game Field . . 265 

Fishing . . . .271 

The Referendum 




(Illustrated) . D. W. and A. S. IDDINGS 


M. V. B. KNOX 











The Hunting Dog . 
Game Laws for 1906 
. 284 



















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He sings in modest, minor key 

A simple song, both grave and gay ; 

A distant call it seems to be 
Of Faraway and Yesterday. 

When to the west the daylight falls, 

And Night treads soft, in shadows dim, 

From uplands " Bob — Bob White" he calls, 
And lo ! his sweetheart answers him. 

— Roscoe Brumbaugh. 

ir'hoto by K. Dunn 


An incident of the loading for transportation to Oklahoma of a herd of buffalo at the Flathead Indian Reservation, 

in Missoula County, Montana 

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David and Goliath on a Prairie Chicken Hunt 

Author of " Poems of the Gun ;m<l Rod," " Poems of thr Town," "Cosmos," etc. 

HE season for prairie 
chicken - shooting be- 
gan on September i. 
A few days prior to 
that two men were 
talking in a down- 
town office of one of 
the large Western cities. 
The taller of the two, a man about forty 
years of age, sinewy, bearded and keen- 
eyed, was speaking. 

"You've shot chickens, eh?" 
"Hundreds of them," was the response. 
"Well, you can understand that I don't 
want to make a fluke out of this. He's 
sharp, and if a man hasn't hunted any he'd 
catch on quicker'n a wink." 

"There won't be any fluke so far as that 
is concerned," replied his companion, a 
medium-sized, blonde, and light-built figure 
of a man. "I hunted chickens when I was 
a boy, and I've hunted every kind of small 
game in the United States. I've shot 'em 
right here in this State by the score, and 

know their habits like a book. What! 
bright and early at break of day at the edge 
of the stubbles, all day in the corn-fields or 
along the edges of the osage orange hedges, 
or maybe a piece of luck by coming across 
a covey in a clover pasture in the daytime 
hunting grasshoppers. In the evening, just 
before dark, creeping out of the corn onto 
the stubbles again. How does that jibe 
with your experience?" 

"Say," said the tall man, "that sounds 
according to Hoyle, all right. Well, it'll be 
fifty dollars for the three days, and I know 
you can do the trick so far as the other 
angle of the game goes." 

"What about the rest of the party?" 
queried the smaller man. 

"They don't know a syllable. I don't 
want them to. You're just my friend 
Winters, on from the East." 

"All right," was the answer. "I'lPmeet 
you and your party at the depot, and I'll 
bring a chicken dog that's' a dandy, too." 

"Good boy," was the tall man's enthusi- 



astic comment; "that'll sure look genuine." 

The final clay of August found the tall 
man, whose name, we will say, was Andrews, 
at the depot, and with him was a party 
consisting of Everett, McWilliams and 
Everett's boy, a lad of about twelve. It was 
nearing train time, and Everett pulled out 
his watch and snapped back the case. 

"Seven-twenty," he remarked. "Your 
friend Winters will have to hustle a little," 
he went on, addressing Andrews. 

"Oh, he will be here," was Andrews's 
reply, and within a few seconds the "party 
of the second part" made his appearance. 
He carried a gun case, a well-worn valise 
and was smoking a stubby pipe, and after 
him surged at the end of a chain a beautiful 
Llewellin setter. He certainly looked the 
hunter, and after chucking the dog away 
into the baggage car, and introductions all 
around, the party climbed into the smoker 
and the train pulled out. 

Seven hours away and the train stopped 
at a little prairie whistling station, and our 
friends got out. The dogs were dragged 
out of their car, and, shaking hands with 
everybody, hauling at the dogs and biting 
off huge chunks of "chawin" tobacco, 
smoking the cigar that McWilliams handed 
him, grinning from ear to ear, laughing, 
talking, yelling at his team and generally 
effervescing and blowing off steam from his 
sanguine, vigorous, obstinate, good-hearted 
personality, was no one else than that close- 
shooting, herculean-framed, sunburned son 
of Anak, the redoubtable Lew Chapin 

The one and only Lew. The man who 
could walk a locomotive to a standstill. 
Who thrashed through the corn-fields, the 
plowed ground, the stubbles and the hedges 
like a destroying angel, and who had a 
private graveyard filled with the victims 
who had essayed to follow him on chicken - 
shooting expeditions. 

"Who you going to walk to death this 
trip, Lew?" asked Everett, loud enough for 
all the depot loungers to hear, they grinning 
accordingly. A blush of gratified vanity 
spread over the big man's features, but he 
"haw-hawed" and said, "Now, Doc, you 
know I ain't no walker. I jist'mow my way 
along, an' you fellers don't git my gait." 

"Pshaw," replied Everett, "you're in 

partnership with some firm that furnishes 
artificial legs. They send me circulars every 
time I get back from here at Silo. You 
walk our legs off and they calculate on 
replacing them and whacking up with you." 

Lew Chapin grinned amiably. "Well, 
fellers, they's lots o' chicken," said he. 
"But this yer's a borryed rig, an' I reckon 
two of us'll have to walk to-morrow. \VI 
comin' with me bright an' pertickelar early 
in the mornin'?" 

"Not me," exclaimed Andrews, M< 
Williams and Everett, in a chorus of 
expostulation. Then they explained to 
Winters that the great and good Mr. 
Chapin had deliberately walked them to 
pieces on three different hunts, and they 
appealed to him to step into the breach for 
the first day, and keep Lew company. Mr. 
Winters agreed with a great deal of reluc- 
tance, but by the time they reached the farm- 
house, he launched out very incautiously, 
as Everett and McWilliams thought, of 
what fun it would be to walk and let the 
others ride around. 

At the supper table Grandpa Chapin, 
looking Winters over with the commisera- 
tive air of one giving a "last look at the 
deceased," said, "I pity you ef you're goin' 
to walk after Lew Chapin." Winters found 
himself an object of both curiosity and 
compassion from all of the members of the 
family, but he kept blithely and even gleefully 
talking of the fun he and Mr. Chapin would 
have getting up long before daybreak and 
walking all day after the chickens. 

"You'd better let the other fellers have 
your dog," said Lew to his chosen com- 
panion that evening as they sat round the 
well. "We'll git an early start an' cross over 
to Tom Ford's an' Tom's promised me his 
dog. She's a good one, but she don't hunt 
well with any other dog. Tom's farm's a 
trifle over twelve mile from here, and if we 
git there in time there's a big bunch on his 
oats stubble ever' mornin', he says." 

Winters cheerfully acquiesced in this 
arrangement, and he and Lew turned in 
early. The alarm clock woke them at two 
o'clock and in twenty minutes they were 
ready to start. 

Now, there was something deceiving 
about this man Winter's physique. He was 
not a tall man nor a broad one. He did not 



show very much muscular development, 
but he looked compact. He was if any- 
thing a bit drawn as to flesh; he looked 
hard and firm, and he moved very easily as 
he walked. He walked from the hips, and 
had a free, smooth stride. Chapin walked 
all over; with his feet, hands, thighs, waist, 
back, arms and chest. He fairly plunged 
and wallowed over the country, so great 
was his strength, so vigorous his overplus of 
vitality. But after him closely, hanging to 
his flank, never ahead of him, and never 
more than a foot behind him, glided 
Winters. Lew first struck across forty 
acres of stiff plowed ground. 

"We make somethin' by cuttin' across," 
he explained apologetically. His companion 
smiled approvingly. 

A sixty-acre cornfield was the next strip, 
after crossing a road. Then a narrow strip 
of pasture, and then more corn. Next 
plowed ground, and after that a creek 
bottom and some rough going in scrubby 
timber. Then they topped a hill and dove 
into the corn again. Emerging, they ran 
into plowed ground again, wet, heavy and 
slippery. A short respite in a bare pasture, 
and again they went into the still going. 

It was that way the entire way to Ford's. 
And the " trifle over twelve miles" was 
covered in about three hours. Arriving at 
Ford's they got the dog and started for the 
oat stubbles. Here they ran into chickens 
at once and Winters won Lew Chapin's 
applause by quickly making two doubles 
and three singles without a miss. Lew had 
gathered in six chickens himself, with one 
allowable miss, and after they gathered all 
their birds, he said, "Now it ain't no use to 
go after these birds in the corn here, for at 
Abernathy's farm across the ridge we can 
find a bunch in his wheat stubbles if we 
walk lively." 

Winters agreed, and away they went for 
Abernathy's. It was seven miles to this 
farm, and Lew put in his best licks trying 
to "bush" Winters. He almost ran the 
entire distance. Yet serene and almost un- 
perspiringly the obliging Winters kept right 
at his elbow, and seemingly without effort. 
They got to the wheat stubbles a little late, 
as the birds had just gone into the corn. 
The dog flushed them at the edge, and Lew 
got a double, Winters picking off an old 

rooster with a long right-quartering shot, 
which opened Lew's eyes to the fact that his 
companion was a good shot, and no mis- 

The corn into which these chickens had 
gone was twelve feet high, close as a cane- 
brake, tangled and twisted with weeds and 
morning-glory vines. 

"Well bulge right through her," de- 
clared Lew, "double and come back to 
these stubbles, and then hike out for my 
brother-in-law's place five mile to the 

The two men plunged into this jungle of 
corn, where the sun now beat down on 
depths as close and hot as a bake-oven. 
They thrashed through it, getting a chicken 
apiece, and came back without getting any, 
missing a shot apiece close to the center 
of the field. Coming out on the stubble 
again, they passed Ford's, got a drink 
at the well, left their birds for Ford to take 
on to Chapin's, as he was going to town and 
past Lew's home place, and started for 
Lew's brother-in-law's farm. They got 
there about noon, and by that time the dog 
lay down and quit. 

The brother-in-law was away from home, 
but one of Lew'> nephews told of a big 
covey that had gone into the corn at ten 
o'clock. The hunters wormed their way 
into the corn, which was a duplicate field of 
the one they had last left, and began to 
chase the birds up without a dog. 

"No doubles here," remarked Winters. 
Lew nodded. He was looking at Winters 
keenly. What manner of man was this. 
He had not complained of the heat, of the 
pace nor of the ground. And what was 
more, he was looking positively fresh. Lew 
felt troubled. Well, it was only twelve 
o'clock. And between that and sundown 
was a good seven hours, and then there was 
the twelve or fifteen miles to home. He'd 
make him "holler" all in good time. •< 

But now a change took place. Winters 
forged ahead, and to save his life Lew 
could not regain the lead. No man had 
ever "set him back" before, and the burly 
farmer made desperate efforts to get to the 
head of the procession again. But fiercely 
as he thrashed through the corn Winters 
always was a few feet in advance. Coming 
out of this strip of corn with nine chickens 



between them, Lew proposed, in a careless 
way, to strike over to "Woodbury's." 

"Which way?" was Winters's response, 
and on getting their bearings he at once 
resumed the lead. Their way was over 
much plowed ground and through dense 
cornfields, and now, to Lew's excited 
imagination, Winters seemed to be playing 
with him. It was nine miles and better to 
Woodbury's place, and Winters set a fear- 
some pace. He skimmed along like a kildee 
over a dry pasture and his feet hardly 
appeared to touch the ground at all. 

Once or twice he turned around as if 
waiting for Lew, and this added gall to 
the big man's sufferings. For the first time 
in his life he was beginning to get tired him- 
self. It was a most humiliating thought. 
He had usually killed off all of his former 
companions before noon and now it was 
after two o'clock and he was beginning to 
wish Winters in Jericho. Yet he stuck 
doggedly to the walking, and his birds felt 
each one of them like a load of bricks on 
his shoulders. 

They went into Woodbury's corn and 
covered every foot of it without raising a 
bird. If anything was needed to put the 
finishing touches to Lew's fatigue, this was 
it. Nothing is quite so tiresome as hard 
walking and no shooting. It is the hunter's 
hardest test. Lew wilted under it. Winters 
had unfeelingly eaten his dinner as he 
walked, and Lew had followed suit because 
he did not want to be the one to suggest a 
wait and a rest after his reputation as a 
"man-killer" had been so talked about. 

At five o'clock they were eight miles from 
home. A farmer drove by as they crossed 
a road, and, after "helloing" to Lew, told 
them of a bunch of chickens that used in 
the stubbles on his father's farm. 

"Hain't nobody been in 'em," he said 
encouragingly. "Better git at 'em, Lew, 
'fore they git shot up." He drove away. 

"Come on, old man," Winters said 
cheerily. Lew Chapin climbed wearily to 
the top rail of a "pair of bars," and let his 
gun down on the side of the road. He then 
took off his hunting coat, heavy with 
prairie fowl, and looked at Winters. 

"Not me," he said. "Here I stay till Pap 
comes with the cart. I'm played out. 
You've walked me to a standstill, Mr. 

Winters, and I'm dogged if you ain't the 
only man 'at ever done it. You go ahead 
after them chickens. There's the wind-mill 
over there, you kain't miss the stubble, it's 
just this side o' the mill. And the next road 
takes you plumb to our place. Tell Pap 
when you git there to hitch up Jack to the 
cart an' come an' fetch me in. Tell him 
I'm at Nellis's bars. He'll know. Yes, sir, 
I'm what they call a busted phernomernon. 
I aint no reel walker, I'm just a hayseed 
plug, and my wind's give out." 

He drew a square of tobacco out of his 
pocket and bit off a quarter-section of it. 
Winters protested, but finally did as Lew 
wanted him to. Arriving at the Chapin 
farm, just as the other party came in, and 
loaded down with chickens, his coming 
created great excitement. 

"Where's Lew?" was the universal cry. 

"He's at Nellis's bars, and wants Mr. Cha- 
pin to bring the cart out for him." 

"Did he hurt himself?" asked Lew's 
wife, anxiously. 

"No," said Winters, "he said he was 
tired out." Everett and Mc Williams looked 
incredulously at each other. Andrews 
smiled sardonically. 

The cart was hitched and by supper time 
Lew reached home, "plumb tuckered," as 
he expressed it. 

"You boys certainly got me this time," 
he remarked with a rueful grin. "Where's 

"He's shaving to go to the dance with 
Eb," said his wife. 

"T' th' dance! Shavin'! He's an iron 
man," groaned Lew, "a regler perpetchool 
motion cuss." 

"Bill," the fallen idol went on, turning 
to Andrews, "what's vour friend's busi- 

Andrews scratched a match on his 
hunting trousers and lit his pipe leisurely 
before replying. Then he said : 

"George B. Winters is a professional .six- 
days-go-as-you-please pedestrian. He also 
is the winner of five twenty-five mile cross- 
country races. He used to be a sprinter, but 
gave it up as being too hard on the system." 

"Poor little Lewie," said Chapin, with a 
wan smile and rubbing his weary shins. 
"An' that's what you was trying to kill off 
this trip, was you?" 

the crowning glory of a glorious day 


A September Day at a Real, Old-Fashioned County Fair, 

the Event of the Year 


ON'T sneer at the good, 
old-fashioned times. 
Back in "Those Days" 
when you were young, 
for a month in ad- 
vance you planned 
your trip to the county- 
fair. And why not? 
Wasn't it the greatest event of the year? 
Wasn't it the one time above all others to 
show off your horse and buggy to the other 
boys and girls ? And if your " girl " was not 
proud to go with you — well, she wasn't like 
most girls, for where is the country maiden 
who does not take pride in a fine rig? In 
fact, your chances of success in taking the 
one of your choice might have largely de- 
pended upon the sort of outfit you were able 
to secure. As for the girls themselves, why, 
thev talked and sewed, sewed and talked. 

The old folks worked a little harder, saved a 
few dollars here or there, so they could 
enjoy the luxury of a day or two at the fair. 
Yes, everybody went to the fair in Those 

When that long-looked-for autumn morn- 
ing came, the world seemed all golden to 
you. The exhilarating country air, with 
here and there a snatch of summer song, and 
with evidence on every hand of the bountiful 
harvests of the year, all combined to make 
you w r histle or sing a livelier tune than usual. 
In anticipation of the coming journey, you 
forgot the drudgery that must be performed 
every morning of the year on the farm. The 
dull and monotonous colors of your imme- 
diate surroundings took on the brightest 
hues, and you completely lost sight of the 
crude and simple things with which your life 
was engaged. It was a triumph when you 




jumped into the buggy and sped down the 
Old Lane, no less real because of its ex- 
treme rural simplicity. 

Oh ! that long ride to what in your boyish 
imagination was a great city. Up hill and 
down dale, over those wonderful country 
roads — wonderful now, perhaps, remember- 
ing the rocks and breakers thereon. But 
you did not notice the rough places then; it 
was the best you knew. It was a great drive, 
and no mistake ! From every nook and cor- 
ner over the countryside came folks in car- 
riages, wagons and all sorts of vehicles; 
some on horseback, some on foot. Even old 
Deacon Hardscrabble resurrected his vet- 
eran "rockaway." All bound for that place 
of many wonders, the fair. 

Everybody had a cheerful greeting to give 

you. Perhaps the boys chaffed you more or 
less; or it may be your girl acquaintances in 
their many-tinted finery giggled or said 
"real mean" things; still that did not mat- 
ter, for everything was taken in the spirit of 
good humor that possessed one and all. 

The countryside itself seemed in a gay 
mood. The bright fall flowers — asters and 
goldenrod, cardinal flowers and jewel-weed 
— how bright they all shone in the gorgeous 
sunshine. Here and there the birds were 
congregating, in bands of a dozen or a hun- 
dred, preparatory to their departure for the 
Southland. Perhaps the " Spring o' the 
year" of the lark was wafted faintly across 
the meadows to you, which set the passing 
year at naught. Even the bluebird's plain- 
tive "Far-away" did ,'not; seem-as sad as it 

stopped at every lemonade-stand if only to show they had the coin 


All the fakers that ever lived . . . followed the fairs 

there'll be another weddin' in the Workman family 'fore long" 



does now, no doubt, when that cry falls 
from the sky, for it was really springtime in 
your heart. 

When you drove up through the far- 
famed county capital to the fair grounds, 
you probably became a little flustered. 
There were so many strange faces, and the 
paved streets and big brick mansions 
seemed so much "tonier" than the dusty 
roads and plain dwelling-places of the 

some worthless prize in a game of chance or 

The "kids," too, had the time of their 
lives. The products of the farm were com- 
mon enough to all, but placed as they were 
at the fair, they were shown to better advan- 
tage than in some commonplace garden or 
backwoods field. Why, even a big stalk of 
corn made every one stare in open-mouthed 
wonder. The young people paid less atten- 

"Which colt will you have?" 

Was there ever more stinging irony to hear than that? 

country. Then, too, the fine surroundings 
of courthouse square made you stare so. 

At the grounds you "put up" your team 
as best you could with the hundreds of 
others scattered about, and joined the folks 
from your part to see the sights. 

All the fakers that ever lived, it seems now, 
followed the fairs. You and all the other 
farmers were caught time and again, but 
what did it matter if you bought brass for 
gold, or pictures that would fade, at the fair ? 
The trinkets and cheap mementoes had 
some other value besides that measured in 
mere money. What a marvelously rare rose 
came to the cheeks of your companion, for 
instance, when you sat for your picture 
together in that old rickety tent ! And what 
a smile of elation and approval she be- 
stowed upon you when you happened to win 

tion to these things, however, than to the 
peanuts and ice cream, while, of course, the 
"stuck-up" swains stopped at every lemon- 
ade stand if only to show they had the coin. 
"Eats 'Em Alive" was a strange spectacle, 
and to this day do you remember the wild 
lady that then made such an impression 
upon you? To the girls in their rainbow- 
hued calicoes, every attraction was " simply 

The baseball game that was played that 
morning between the county-seat team and 
that from a neighboring town was much 
better than the big leagues play nowadays, 
even though the former were several years 
behind the rules. Think of those long 
throws and almost impossible catches and 
stops! And the lusty cheering when a home 
run "came in." Most everybody "knew" 



the players ! In the excitement of the game 
you forgot how hungry the strenuous morn- 
ing had made you. 

It was worth the trip (at least, so it seemed 
after the long drive and few hours of sight- 
seeing) just to enjoy the "grub" which the 
women folks had prepared and brought 
along for the occasion. Seated in little 
groups on vacant spaces around the fair 
buildings, the farmer people lunched and 
swapped gossip and praise of the things they 
had seen. 

"Did you see that there big punkin, 
Mary ? " asked some one. 

" Say, John, what d'ye think o' that bay 
colt ? " piped out the Head of the House. 

"I reckon there'll be another weddin' in 
the Workman family 'fore long," interjected 
your neighbor, pointing to a young couple 
over the way. 

And so it went. Every one for the time 
being forgot the grinding drudgery of farm 
work in the enjoyment of that dinner out of 
doors. When you look back, it seems the 
best ever, doesn't it ? For, after all, it was the 
few hours of gaiety out of weeks of toil that 
lent the mealtime its real charm. 

After dinner there were the races to see. 
They were wonders, too. What a motley 
crowd gathered to view them; a vastly dif- 

ferent crowd from that which packs Gra . 
end at the Suburban. Yet for the men it 
was the crowning glory of a glorious day. 
To many a race on a regular course was an 
unusual sight, though, of course, every fellow 
knew what it meant on a level stretch of 
country road, if some one tried to "run 
around" another. "Which colt will you 
have?" your father may have asked you. 
Was there ever more stinging irony to bear 
than that? 

Who can forget the red-haired girl with 
the yellow shoes and shrill voice ? Who can 
forget the chip-of-the-old-block, with the 
buggy whip for a cane ? Who can forget the 
tired but happy mothers with their sun- 
burned, howling babies? With what digni- 
fied gait the old " hayseeders" tramped from 
place to place. A sight for the gods, you say 

A little golden-haired tot comes smiling 
back to me as I write. Ah, I would go miles 
to see those unfathomable brown eyes again 
and hear her merry prattle about the things 
she saw at the fair. Dear little innocent 
country child, can you conjure her back 
once more? 

So, too, perhaps, your own thoughts 
drifted back, as you rested in some quiet 
corner, meditative and watching the mov- 

it was the few hours of gaiety out of weeks of toil that lent the mealtime its real charm 



ing crowds, to other times and other fair 
days. What a grand sight was that first 
merry-go-round, what fine music it madel 
And the toy balloons, and the whistles that 
could be made to sing like a bird! Of 
course, your enjoyment of them had been 
largely contemplative — your visit had not 
been adequately financed to permit of your 
spending more than a few nickels. And 
vou must not spend money foolishly, you 
had been well taught. Why, don't you re- 
member the time when your father gave 
you a quarter to spend at the fair, and when 
vou brought home fifteen cents of it, what a 
brave fellow you were ! That fifteen cents — 
now let's see, didn't you buy a setting of 
duck eggs the next spring, by adding a dime 
you got at Christmas? And those ducks! 
The}' would have taken the first prize at 

the fair the next fall, only . But that is 


Do you remember how wonderful were 
the various exhibits in the Exhibition Build- 
ing, at those earlier fairs? There were the 
really wonderful things. Why, there was 
once a booth where a man made things of 
glass, right while you stood watching him — 
glass birds and pigs and things. And he 
had there a magnificent toy ship all made of 
glass masts, spars, rigging and all! And 
wasn't it in that same building that you 
first saw printing done? You had always 
wondered and wondered how the lines in 
your school books were printed, and there 
you saw a man "setting up" the type, and 
a boy was operating a printing press that he 
pedaled with one foot while he "fed" 
the blank sheets of paper into the pres^ with 
his right hand and took them out, printed, 
with his left. Advertisements, he was print- 
ing, telling about the new weekly news- 
paper and its job-printing establishment. 
Progressive of them, now, wasn't it? 

And so, as you thought back, you realized 
the immense educational value of the 
count)- fairs. Why, the time you got 
separated from your folks and, failing to 
find the rig where your father had left it — 
he, in the meantime, having taken it down- 
town to the mill for a bag of flour, so he 
wouldn't have to stop on the way home — 
didn't you learn a lesson, though ? You got 
home in time to open the gate for them as 
they came driving up behind you. Pretty 
good time you made, for a little chap, and 

you did w T ell to find your way, you heard 
them say. But you didn't tell them how 
often you ran and how you had cried for 
the greater part of those long five miles, five 
miles of gathering darkness and growing 
terror to you, until you turned into the 
familiar road that brought you home. 

Dear me, those were great fair days, 
when you were a little shaver. And while 
you had been dreaming of them, your girl — 
why, gosh darn it, she had gone to see a 
side show with another fellow ! But no, she 
was loyal — of course, she was. She and the 
other fellow's girl had merely been to have 
their fortunes told — such beautiful fortunes 
— and so the laugh was on you. 

Yet with all the happiness of those days, 
who can tell what the mills of the gods were 
grinding out? Maybe over some trifling 
occurrence a lifelong feud between families 
or individuals was started. And who knows 
the real pain suffered by a decp-natured boy 
or girl who was slighted by one from whom 
loyalty was expected? Perhaps you can 
recall romances of the most delightful turn 
which had their inception then; and so also 
you may remember some of those unspoken 

When the sun sank low in the west, some 
one warned you it was time to start for home. 
The fact that there was a fine evening drive 
ahead helped to dispel your regret at leaving 
the fair behind. It was, indeed, a wonderful 
trip home. The air was cool and bracing, 
a nd your horse was full of nerve. It was fine 
just to watch the night come on. The shad- 
ows were not black, only gray, and the 
mountains grew purple in the distant hori- 
zon. Dark, velvety clouds, the like of which 
you have never seen since, fringed the spot 
where the sun went down. Of a sudden the 
hills and mountains disappeared altogether, 
and in an instant it was night. But soon 
there were a million stars to tell you that 
there is no night. 

Let those who are city born and bred 
smile if they choose at the simple delight of 
the country folk in the attractions to be 
found at the real, old-fashioned, county fair. 
To you who have experienced those delights 
in your unsophisticated youth the memories 
of them are all tinged with a beautiful, 
golden hue; and though you may laugh now 
at the cheap and gaudy surroundings, it is 
the kind of laughter that brings tears. 



With Inland Trips for Variety 

Fellows of the American Geographical Society and of the Royal Geographical Society 

I. — Over the Brink of the North 

B. C, "Here be- 
fore Christ" — and 
still here — is the 
story of the Hud- 
son's Bay Com- 
pany in British 
North America, as 
naively told by its 
initials. These 
"Adventurers of 
England," feverish for fur, first planted 
foot in Canada in 1670, and, traveling 
through the untrodden Western wilderness, 
pitched trading posts at the centers the 
savagery of the land frequented. Two 
hundred years of uninterrupted sway and 
the white settler came and then the railroad 
and colonization. Settlers' shacks were 
raised alongside the Indians' tepees, just 

outside the post's stockade, where the 
necessary flour and bacon could be bartered 
for. Thus, in the more favored places, 
villages grew, which here and there, along 
the railway's course, through the years have 
expanded into cities. Before the pioneer's 
trusty rifle, the toot of the iron horse and 
the sightless settler's shack fur fled, and 
the trappers and traders followed in its 
wake. To meet the changed conditions 
general stores in the villages and depart- 
mental stores in the cities have replaced the 
old trading posts, although fur is still traded, 
when offered, at each. 

At Vancouver, the first city and port on 
the North Pacific, is one of those old 
Hudson's Bay posts that has outgrown fur 
as a staple and evolved a modern mercantile 
establishment with handsome buildings and 



acres of floor space devoted to the sale of 
almost everything from a "tally-ho to a 
tack." Vancouver, like many another old 
Hudson's Bay post, stands on the very 
brink of the great, lone North. A few miles 
inland or seaward and an almost inter- 
minable wilderness of woods and waters, 
sweeping farther northward to frozen seas 
and shores, awaits pathfinders and navi- 
gators of nerve and energy sufficient to win 
it over to map and chart. Some have gone 
over this brink, never to return; others of 
luckier star have won rare riches from the 
sub-arctic wealth of mineral, fur and fish, 
and come back to civilization and forgot 
the past. But few, however, have sung its 
wondrous story; but few have traveled in 
and out for travel's sake; but few have 
sailed its mains and camped upon its shores 
for recreation, for sport. And yet a world 
of waters, encompassing a myriad of islands, 
with man}' intricate channels bisecting and 
trisecting, and sandy beaches of wondrous 
white, backed by gloomy woodland and 
capped by lofty mountains of jagged and 
rugged rocks, topped by snow and glacial 
ice, all filled with game galore, both finned 
and footed, is there for the mere reaching 

over the brink — the safest and grandest 
cruising grounds in the world whether the 
"voyage" be overland or by water. 

Northern British Columbia is the sports- 
men's neglected "land of opportunity." 
Every camper should awaken to its ideality 
for him, for he there can pitch his tent or 

The open sleep, whose bed is earth, 
With airy ceiling pinned with stars, 
Or vaultage more confined, plastered with 
clouds, r 

amid more romantic surroundings and with 
more ozone to the square inch than else- 
where the campers' realm over. Every 
hunter should aspire to a "head of heads" 
from its supply of big game. Every angler 
should long to reel in its game fish from sea, 
lake and stream where canoe and rowboat 
seldom stir the primeval waters. Every 
yachtsman should trim his sails and calk 
his ship (metaphorically speaking, for by all 
means hire Siwasn* craft on the spot) for 
a cruise amidst the North Pacific fjords. 

In years gone by we had packed by pony 
beyond the mighty Athabasca and viewed 

♦The Chinook word for " Indian." 



In this boat three men cruised from Fort Rupert to Vancouver, exploring the countless fjords along the coast, wi^h 

stops for a trip into the nearby mountains, 



On board the " Josephine " 

the beauties of the Peace River and the 
neighboring mountains from the "deck of 
a cayuse"; we had been swallowed up for 
weeks in the tangled interior wilderness of 
Vancouver's Island whilst tumping across 
its rugged face; and we had hunted game, 
big and small, amidst the glories of the 
Okanagan Valley. " Where shall we go 
next?" was our query. To Vancouver, 
thence for a northern cruise in a Siwash 
boat with a Siwash navigator, was our final 
decision, and the mails bore welcome word 
to Sam Hunt at Fort Rupert to cleanse the 
salmon stink from his fishing sloop and 
otherwise put the " Josephine" in com- 
mission for a long cruise. Hunt, a whole- 
souled half breed of "Hudson's Bay" 
ancestry, had been with us on our hard trip 
across Vancouver's Island, and we knew 
so well his worth and willingness that with- 
out further ado a few days later we were 
trailing by train to Vancouver, relying on 
the readiness of both boat and man when 
the far cry to Fort Rupert, near the 
northern end of Vancouver's Island in the 

North Pacific, should be encompassed by 

us. Our letter to him briefly outlined our 
plans for a visit to Knight's Inlet and the 
other fjords that the map discloses indent 
the northern British Columbian coast, 
thence to Vancouver under our own sail. 
Our cruise proper was not to begin until we 
should reach Fort Rupert, as we thought 
best to steam there and avoid incurring 
twice the danger of sailing a small craft in 
the long sweeps of Puget Sound that 
surround Vancouver. Coming back we 
would get quite enough of its big seas and 
savage winds. 

We tarried in Vancouver only long 
enough to buy our provisions. Our outfit 
of guns, tackle, tent, cooking utensils and 
dunnage bags, and our wood-scented, grass- 
stained, water-soaked personal habiliments 
that had served on so many similar expedi- 
tions came with us by train. 

Vancouver is a city of wholesale and 
retail stores, any of which know how to 
put up "grub" for Northland wandering. 
But we have found in roaming Canada that 
there is a peculiar excellence about goods 
stamped "H.B.C." and a special attentive - 
ness about Hudson's Bay people that make 
it both an object and a pleasure to deal with 
them. Their over "two hundred years of 
experience" stands you well in stead. We 
had seen Sam's sloop; it was only a small 
affair — twenty-seven feet over all, with lots 
of cabin and little cock-pit ; but a big center- 
board box nearly filled the cabin ! At least, 
we always thought so when "sardining" 
away at night and squirming out in the 
morning. So our provisions had to be 
bought accordingly, that is, according to 
the storage space in the sloop, and not ac- 
cording to the storage space in our stomachs. 
Northland ozone begets a wolfish appetite, 
but we didn't go hungry once, nor need anv 
three men for five weeks, in a country where 
game and fish may be relied on for fresh 
meat, on such a bill as ours: 






30 lbs. pilot bread 

4 lbs. tea. 

2 lbs. baking powder. 
20 lbs. granulated sugar. 

6 lbs. salt. 

1 tin pepper. 
15 lbs. evaporated apples. 
15 lbs. evaporated apricots. 



9. 15 lbs. l'ma beans. 

10. 2 doz. tins (one pound) assorted jams 

11. 75 lbs. flour. 

12. 30 lbs. ham. 

13. 30 lbs. breakfast bacon. 

14. 10 lbs. cooking figs. 

15. 5 lbs. rice. 

16. 2 gal. syrup. 

17. 1 doz. tins (one pound) beef. 

18. 2 doz. cans tomatoes. 

19. 2\ bu. potatoes. 

20. 1 gal. whisky (or rum). 

The last item — "fire-water" — is neces- 
sary in the North whether the wanderers be 
Prohibitionists or Democrats — we are 
neither. "Water, water, everywhere, but 
not a drop to drink," ceases to be a theory 
when you have felt the pangs of its awful 
reality. Salt water mocks a thirsty throat. 
but a drink of "No. 20" on our bill was 
occasionally "not too bad," especially as a 
"night-cap" after a hard, rainy day. Then 
it was a medicinal necessity. 

We sacked our provisions in waterproof 
dunnage bags and awaited the sailing of 
the next northern steamer, having arranged 
that it specially call in and disembark us 
and dunnage at Fort Rupert, which i> not 
a regular port of call for any of the several 
steamers cruising thus coastwise. 

It is only a several days' steam to Fort 
Rupert from Vancouver, a distance of up 
ward of three hundred miles. m . The steamer 
channel hugs the shores of Vancouver's 
Island and the rank green growth of its 
sub-arctic forest is in magnificent harmony 
with the tallish peaks of the mountain 
range that overruns the island. Many 
small islands, mostly mountainous, too, and 
similarly growthed, reach off toward the 
mainland, where the high cones of the 
coast range glisten with perpetual snow and 
ice. A wonderful set of scenes on Nature's 
stage, and yet our expectations for the 
cruise itself, when we should fairly rub 
against these wonders of the world, made 
the steamer trip seem commonplace to us. 
Our thoughts, our hopes, our minds were 
fixed for future glories to be more intimately 

A motley passenger list and a cargo 
ranging from horses to hens in live stock, 
and from flour to figs in "grub-stakes," 
loaded our boat well down. It was a fair- 
sized craft, most stoutly built and engined 

( >n hoard the " Josephine " 

to meet the requirements of the Northern 
waters. Our several days aboard passed 
quickly, in rapt conversation with our in- 
teresting fellow passengers — miners, loggers 
and adventurers of all nationalities, some 
coming to the fresh fields of the North for 
the first time, others, hardy residents 
already, returning home from a holiday in 
civilization. An uncouth lot of men in 
action, word and garb, but strong of body, 
keen of eye and brutish in endurance. The 
foregoers in every new country must be 
such, else the cause of civilization will go 
unwon. The North needs none of the silk- 
stocking, kid-glove gentry that papa pro- 
hibits from home and pays for "pioneering" 
by periodical letter — the "remittance-man " 
is their popular dubbing, the curse of any 
country where they hang their hats. There 
were a few of these callow youths on board, 
and it was amusing to hear the chimera- 
chasers talk of what the wdlderness held for 
them — sure fortunes and no work; the 
rankest absurdity, for fortunes, though 
there, can only be won by the freest sweat 



and the best of brawn. The "mushers," as 
our Northern hardies are distinguished from 
tenderfeet, winked and laughed at their 
lack of comprehension, at their inexperience 
and their fabulous hopes. We learned much 
from both stamps of men. Maps, charts, 
log-books and diaries — everybody had one 
of more stowed away in pocket or kit — 
were gone over in hearty conference, ex- 
plained and elaborated upon. Guns and 
outfits were extolled by their respective 
owners and the other fellows' usually run 
down, a predominant characteristic of 
human nature in all travelers or habitants of 
a new country. 

So, what with a glance at the scenery 
and the informing companionship of the 
garrulous crowd aboard, the hours and 
knots were put astern, and near midnight 
of the second day the steamer felt her way 
cautiously through the reefs that reach 
out from the several small islands guard- 
ing Beaver Harbor, and anchored in the 
roadstead, a mile and a-half or more 
from the Indian village of Fort Rupert. 
The call of the boat being unexpected, no 
canoes were in waiting to disembark us. 
For near an hour the shacks ashore were 
dark and silent as the Indians slept, not- 
withstanding the entreating whistle and the 
glaring brightness of the searchlight of the 

boat. The dogs barked lustily, as only 
Indian curs can, and thus indirectly were 
their drowsy masters roused. Finally, our 
anxiety was relieved by the cry, "Boat 
alongside." It was Hunt in a small canoe, 
too small for lightering us ashore. He had 
been paddling about amongst the outer 
islands, armed with a rifle and pit-lamp, 
in quest of deer, the moonless night being 
especially suited to that style of hunting. 
Another brief wait and, aided by the 
ebbing tide and a stiff "ash breeze," he 
brought the sloop "Josephine" alongside. 
We tumbled ourselves and things on board 
hastily and pulled to an anchorage about 
a half mile off shore. The steamer veered 
around, with a farewell jangling of its 
bells, and soon its lights were lost tu view 
as it continued its northward course. 

For a few moments we stood in awed con- 
templation of our surroundings. Above were 
the starlit heavens, sparkling with peculiar 
Northern brilliancy; about us everywhere 
was the silent, impenetrable gloom of water 
and night. Like Hardy's "Farmer Oak," 
we were "far from the madding crowd," 
and the stealthy chill of realization drove us 
to our blankets and bunks, to dream of 
our cruise of the wonderful fjords of the 
North Pacific, which was to begin with the 




Author of Jpland Game Birds," 'Sporting Sketches," etc. 

DO not for one moment 
pretend to claim that 
these particular quail 
held web -feet, or oil- 
glands for the lubricat- 
ing of plumage, or any 
of the other little peculi- 
arities characteristic of 
the waterfowl proper, yet quite a number of 
them took to the water all right enough 
before I had gotten through with them. 
The way of it was this: 

Over all the landscape lay the dreamy 
haze of the beautiful Indian Summer, yet in 
spite of the season, the heat held on with an 
August-like power. For this reason, I had 
been chary of working the dogs too freely 
upon the bone-dry uplands, for the water- 
holes lay miles apart, while the abundant 
crop of weeds was dust-laden and full of 
snuff-like stuff, which would set dogs to 
sneezing and coughing before they had 
ranged a mile. Under such conditions, any- 
thing akin to energetic work was impossible, 
and J railed against the weather, the more 
so because the holiday was all too short and 
I had decided to spend it in Western 
Ontario, for the express purpose of "doing 
things" to Robert White, Esq. 

It was too bad, for seldom had I been 
better equipped for a royal good time, while, 
in addition, birds were unusually plentiful. 
When a man has a fine gun, a brace of the 
best of dogs and everything else of the field 
outfit as it should be, it does seem something 
closely akin to hard luck when the sun 
literally burns up everything in the line of 
energy, canine and human. 

" Going to try 'em to-day?" queried an 
old sporting friend, whom I met while mak- 
ing an early call at the post-office, but my 
only reply was a shake of the head and a 
growl that it was too blamed hot. 

11 That's so," he continued, "and it's too 
bad, for ordinarily you'd be having a barrel 
of fun. Things are pretty slow just now, 

but if you care for it, you might at least have 
a little canoeing. My old Peterboro's all 
ready in the boat-house, and of course 
vou're welcome to her. You mi°;ht take one 
of your old-fashioned prowls up the river. 
Take the gun along, for I hear there are a 
few wood-duck left." 

This was a lot better than nothing, so 
within an hour I was afloat in the dearly 
loved craft and lazily paddling up-stream. 
The weight of the two dogs was just enough 
to properly trim the craft, as I knelt astern. 
Bla< :k -white-and-tan Jess, true to her habit, 
curled up comfortably 'midships, but the 
rat-tailed, lemon -headed rascal Don would 
have no such lazy business. A pointer of 
the blue, he was bound to sit up away for- 
'ard, where he could observe things, and as 
he was well accustomed to that sort of thing, 
he made no mistakes. For mile after mile 
he sat there, rocking backward slightly at 
each paddle-stroke, but ever on the alert. 
The bow was his chosen place and woe unto 
the misguided canine that attempted to 
settle on that reservation. 

There are worse occupations than loafing 
up a stream like the one in question. Lazy, 
currentless, as the water is, it is sweet and 
fairly clear, and although one could not find 
a rock in fifteen miles, yet in spots the banks 
have a beauty of their own. For some dis- 
tance they are merely clay, uncompromising 
and in quail-time sun-parched, bored with 
the black-mouthed tunnels of sand marten 
and kingfisher; but farther up, where the 
water washes the back ends of ioo- and 200- 
acre farms, the buildings of which are out of 
sight along the distant main road, the picture 
is very pleasing. Mighty sycamores, bass- 
woods, walnuts and butternuts cast velvet- 
black shadows upon the drowsy flood; 
sumachs glow like bonfires in the open 
spaces, trembling willows lean far out over 
the water, while from tree to tree stretches a 
strangling tangle of grapevines, creepers, 
ivy and clematis, highly suggestive of tropi- 

21 A 


cal luxuriance. Immediately behind this 
rank growth spread acres upon acres of 
level, closely cultivated fields, so such wild 
life as prefers seclusion sticks to the river 

At one point the erratic course of the 
river straightens for about a mile, and I 
question if there is a fairer "bit" of its kind 
in all North America. It ha- been my privi- 
lege to study the most impressive and ro- 
mantic scenes, from the Atlantic to the 
Pacific, vet this mile-long >tretch of tree- 
embowered, sleepy river stands alone, a 
veritable gem of its kind. Not one imp( sing 
feature, mind you — just a -ilver, velvet- 
shadowed flood, walled with impenetrable 
green, which in autumn flames with color — 
the suttee of the widowed year. 

By reason of the close cultivation al 
game, and especially the quail (Bob White, 
I ought to call him), favors the dense cover 
of the river banks, but, owing to condition-, 
the man who tramps ashore gets little if any 
shooting. He may get in a double at the 
first flush in the fields, but that is the most 
he can expect. In half a minute the bevy is 
snugly tucked away in the massed cover of 
the bank, and while dogs may flush and ear> 
may hear the resonant hum of hasty flight, 
the man atop the bank sees naught of the 
outgoing birds, as they boom for the farther 
side, and plunge into cover as baffling as 
that which they have hurriedly vacated. 

But there is a way (there usually is), and 
I learned it in the hard school of experience. 
With a busy and well-broken dog either side 
the stream it is possible to keep the birds 
whizzing back and forth, for the simple 
reason that there is no other cover for them 
to go to. To kneel in a Peterboro and stop 
quail buzzing across an eighty-yard wide 
stream is no easy task, yet it can be done, 
and the doing of it is a joy immeasurable. 
Of course, the sportsman needs must be 
kneeling well forward in the canoe, and this 
demands the assistance of a punter, and 
mark you. the right kind of a punter. I had 
the model of all punters — and a she at that ! 
Cast your bread upon the waters, etc. I had 
carefully instructed her in the mysteries of 
canoeing, and as a result I had not alone a 
bon camarade but a keen and able assistant, 
who could drive, stop and steady a canoe as 
emergency might demand. Day after day 

we haunted that long reach of river, and 
day after day we bagged our dozen or more 
of plump bird-, in a place which mo>t of the 
Local -port-men voted entirely unsatis! 
tory. if not impossible. An outline of o» 
man\' days will suffice. 

Upon the morning in question I had pad- 
dled a few mile- before the canoe came to a 
dead stop. Putting finger and thumb be- 
tween my lips, I whistled with ringin_ 
"Ka-loi-hee! Ka-loi-hee!" The third call 
brought a response, a long-drawn "( I 
<"»!" and within fifteen minutes the bru-h 
rattled, and I knew that somebody was 
coming. It somebody, i>><>. A figure 

straight a- your storied Indian-, a pair of 
eyes that could look you through and 
through, yet having, if I may make bold to 
say so, one spark of the devil in them which 
by no means marred the -cenic effect. The 
face — but, bother the face! — 'tis the ensem- 
ble that counts! Anyway, she got into her 
place astern, picked up her paddle, and the 
light craft slid away upstream to a point 
where both banks were covered with heavv 
brush. Here Jess was ordered out, and in a 
minute she was busy in the cover. Then the 
canoe sought the other bank and Don went 
ashore and began a systematic rummaging 
of the promising place-. 

That quail were there we well kne- 
there was no cause for astonishment when a 
white shape, dimly seen through the brush, 
suddenlv halted. Both dogs thoroughlv 
understood their work, so when the canoe 
was abreast of Don's position, he at once 
responded to an order to flush. In a mo- 
ment there sounded a roar of wings and 
about twenty birds started across the 
stream, while three or four clung to their 
own side and pitched a couple of hundred 
yards ahead. In an instant My Lady's 
paddle was flat upon the surface, and the 
canoe, consequently, as steady as a church. 
The whirring quarry was barely thirty-five 
yards away, and the dropping of a brace 
was a simple matter enough, the birds fall- 
ing about midstream. 

Through the bush came the faithful, each 
anxious to get there first. Smash into the 
water they went, for Don, though a pointer, 
had been carefully schooled to this sort of 
thing. Luckily, there was a bird apiece, 
else there might have been trouble, for both 



dogs were a bit jealous over work of the 
sort. Don made for the nearest bird, and in 
a few moments he was floating alongside the 
canoe and looking not unlike a monstrous 
white bull-frog. As the hand went down, 
he at once released his bird, then turned for 
dry land. Snoring and snorting came Jess. 
She had managed to get a trifle of water 
into her throat, and, furthermore, she was 
bound to attempt the forbidden thing, i.e., 
climbing into the canoe, in order that she 
might properly deliver the bird and receive 
the vastly valued head-patting, which to her 
counts as much as does a dollar to an ordi- 
narily decent beggar. But alas! "Get out 
you — give it up!" was all the thanks she 
got, so, grief-stricken from stem to stern, 
she surrendered her prize and ploughed 
shoreward to, if possible, get the better of 
that cunning rascal, Don. 

The shooting that followed was both 
peculiar and Intensely interesting, likewise 
extremely difficult. Only those who have 
tried it can understand the job a man tackles 
when he undertakes to kneel in a canoe and 
score whizzing crossing-shots on birds that 
have got under full speed before the gun has 
a chance to get on them. But I had a noble 
assistant astern, while much practice at 
waterfowl had taught wisdom in regard to 
the canoe. Hence, I did not altogether 
disgrace myself, although I am free to con- 
fess that about one bird in every three 
hummed across in temporary safety. But, 
after all, we certainly had 'em where the 
short hairs grow, for a missed bird could be 
Hushed again and again, if necessary. 

For perhaps an hour we worked up and 
down, My Lady paddling, the Party in the 
Bow shooting and the dogs hustling birds 
out of the brush and swimming for such as 
fell. They paid me great compliments, did 
those dogs, for even' time the gun sounded 

they both would plunge in with a superb 
confidence that almost made me blush at 

But the best of sport has its limits. It 
was first doubles, then singles, then long, 
anxious searching for an occasional chance, 
and finally that silence which proclaims the 
end of the game. We had birds enough, 
however, a bit wet and drabbled, to be sure, 
but good, honest, full-grown quail for a' 
that. And then came My Lady's reward. 
She likes shooting well enough, as she can 
both appreciate and understand good, clean 
work with the gun, but what she most loves 
is the restful after-lounging, when His Nibbs 
gets busy with a wee fire, when a couple of 
plump birds are artistically browned, when 
the lunch is spread and the gem-jar of tea is 
resurrected from its cool and watery burial- 

We did things to the lunch, to the tea and 
to everything that was ours, then cushions 
were piled fo'rard in the canoe, and My 
Lady, stretched at ease, took her well- 
earned rest. Silent, ghost-like, we slipped 
down the darkening river, the owls hailing 
from either bank, the staunch craft purling 
encouragement to the bending paddle: for 
the Old Man was working the ash breeze 
now, and things had to happen or we'd be 
late for supper. 

In the perfumed dusk of a flawless au- 
tumn evening we reached the small float 
before the canoe's private residence. My 
Lady arose, to complain of the homeward 
journey's ending so soon. Don and Jess 
leaped ashore and capered about in a 
fashion suggestive of keen anticipation of a 
good, square meal, while the Boss of the 
Outfit picked up his gun and the goodly 
bunch of aquatic quail and remarked, 
" They're a mighty nice lot, and they're 
almost drv at that!" 


In the Canadian Selkirks 

HE leader of the party, 
I2_«^| for a dozen years a 
tireless prospector 
among the higher Sel- 
kirks, declared the as- 
cent to be very diffi- 
cult, and at one point 
dangerous, unless one 
kept a steady head and 
careful footing. The 
field glass showed a 
passage where for fifty 
feet around a shoulder 
to the crest one must 
edge along on a ledge not more than a foot 
wide, with a sheer fall of 3,500 feet into the 
gorge below. Would the two women dare 
that climb? They sturdily declared they 
would go. 

In due time Kirkpatrick, our strong, 
broad-shouldered prospector, had a duffle- 
bag of food packed and we took up our long 
push canes, and the party of five started. 
As often happens in mountain climbing, 
we were compelled to go wide of the direct 
route to reach our objective. An ascent 
of some hundreds of feet in a course away 
from the peak enabled us to attain a sharp 
ridge, along which we clambered toward 
our goal. Here on the open rocks was 
offered a most interesting event. Suddenly 
Kirkpatrick assumed an attitude of intense 
attention, and in a stage whisper explained, 
"See those ptarmigans!" Sure enough, a 
couple of these Arctic birds were within 
a few feet of us. The amateur taxidermist 
of the party cried out, "Oh, I want one of 
those to mount its skin!" With his alpen- 
stock the prospector attempted to reach one, 
but the bird was just a little too shy for 
such an end, and a carefully thrown stone 
from the hand knocked it over while the 
mate flew away three or four hundred yards 
to safety. 

In due time, over summits and across 
snowfields, we came to that particular spot 
where acute dangei was possible. Kirk- 
patrick with his boy first made the passage, 
then he returned to aid his wife around the 
ledge. From the near side Dr. Janette 
and I watched. With her face turned 
toward the rock Mrs. Kirkpatrick edged 
along, foot by foot, clinging with her finger- 
to rough places in the cliff, never once 
turning her eyes backward to the ab 
Her husband kept beside her to steady her 
if necessary, but not once did she falter or 
grow dizzy, or yield to a grain of fear. In 
two or three minutes she was dancing suc- 
cess on the far side. Now it was the turn 
of my wife. Kirkpatrick sidled along in 
front of her and I close on the other side, but 
as steadily and coolly as Mrs. Kirkpatrick 
she made the passage. 

The top of the mountain, once we were 
on it, we found to be most beautiful. Worn 
smooth by ancient glacial action, it was now 
covered with an indurated, coarse soil, 
growing short, stiff grass with a few stunted 
bushes in a place or two. We were 2,000 
feet above the timber-line in that country, 
the immense growth of the trees in the 
lower valleys and on the hillsides being 
plainly seen from our coign of vantage. 
But the most charming views were those of 
the snowfields and glaciers. 

The snowfall in the Selkirks is something 
astounding. They tell of twenty, forty or 
even sixty feet of fall in a single winter. 
One wholly reliable prospector, holding 
down a "grubstake," told us of measuring 
the fall each morning before it settled, 
during two months, February and March, 
and his figures were crowded up to eighteen 
feet. But these immense depths, fluffy and 
feathery, soon settle and evaporate, so that 
it remains as six or eight feet of solid snow. 
Over this depth they go on snowshoes and 



break sleigh roads over it, while in the 
mountains it makes snowfields and glaciers. 
On every side that day, on summits yet 
higher than ours, and on others lower, 
were glaciers formed of the vast snowfields 
piled up, drifted over crests, and filled into 
the gorges. In the nights, while in the 
miners' cabin which is 9,000 feet above the 
sea, we had heard the thunderous report 
where some glacier had calved, loosening 
great masses of ice that would slide down 
to lower spaces. 

Standing in our tracks that day we count- 

with a deal of care and coaxing we soon 
prevailed upon to burn to heat water for 
tea. Our luncheon that day was not of 
light eatables only, such as the thought of 
a picnic suggests, since our purveyor well 
knew the demands that the long climb 
would make, and had brought a most sub- 
stantial dinner, including beef tea, roast 
beef and other good things both appetizing 
and strengthening. Sitting there in the 
warm sunlight of an August day, in the 
clear and bracing air, with hunger intensified 
by the hours of climbing and by the thin, 

ed no less than thirty-eight glaciers with pure atmosphere, we were surely to be 

the naked eye, the farthest not more than ten envied. Were not the two women trium- 

or twelve miles away, while ranges twenty phant that they were the first ones ever on 

and even forty miles away were also the that crest ? To perpetuate that victory our 

home of glaciers, we knew, but they were 
hardly distinguishable even with our field 
glasses. The glaciers form at the lower 
edge of the great snowfields, either down 
some gorge or along the whole face of a 
mountain side. From'^under their foot 
flows a stream, largest in the afternoons, 
milky -white from the grinding 
of the ice over the rocks. Huge 
blocks of rock are often carried 
on the top of the ice, which, bein,u; 
loosened as the sun thaws the 
obstructions, roll down below, 
making a spice of danger if one 
is near the foot of the glacier. 
At such a time the bombard- 
ment must be closely watched. 
Snowfields were also on every 
side, some scarcely more than 
big drifts, others a mile or two 
across and many feet deep. To 
the north of us was an immense 
one, miles across, over which 
prospectors sometimes passed to 
the rich fields of Silver Creek 
fifteen miles away. Kirkpatrick 
told of coming over that pass 
once, and across the mountain 
top on which we stood, and 
being caught in a driving snow- 
storm, vastly more dangerous in 
such a locality than on the bliz- 
zard-swept plains of Dakota. 

We soon begged that the 
duffle-bag be opened. We could 
find a few dry twigs and these 

host loudly proclaimed that henceforth 
that peak, nameless hitherto, should be 
known as "Knox Mountain." 

As we sat devouring our dinner, a long 
pack train, carrying provisions and mate- 
rials to the Black Warrior Mine over a 
pass to the Duncan River slope, slowly 

The snowfall in the Selkirks is something astounding 



climbed the trail 2,000 feet below us and a 
mile away. Fifteen or twenty ponies with 
two orthree drivers and with one of the 
mine owners crawled up the steep path, a 
most interesting sight in that solitude. 
The strong-lunged leader of our party, 
making a trumpet of his hands, hallooed to 
the train and succeeded in attracting at- 
tention, with shouts in reply. Hats were 
swung, wraps and handkerchiefs shaken 
in answer to their cheer. 

After dinner each sought pleasure as he 

would. The men of the party loosened 
blocks of rock, pushing them over the 
edge of the cliff, then peering into the 
dizzy depths to see them make a sheer drop 
of several hundred feet, where as they struck 
the ledge they would break and become 
only fine fragments to find a rest on the 
high talus 2,000 feet below. The smooth, 
rounded mountain top was half a mile long, 
gently sloping on the one side to the crest of 
the gorge dowm which we had rolled stones, 
and which hung over the miners' cabin 

gtk *. 

By A. O. Wheeler. 

Mt. Duncan 

Beaver Mountain 

Sugar Loaf Mountain 



where we stayed nights. On the other side, 
eastward, the high winds of winter had 
carried the snow in vast quantities, creating 
a field of it, from the foot of which, far 
below, a beautiful glacier emerged. Down 
the snowfield and glacier also we rolled 
great blocks of stone. Still below the 
glacier was a mass of timber, the wildness 
of the gorge attracting grizzly bears, so 
the place was known as "Grizzly Gorge." 
Down into its silent depths we longingly 
looked, wishing we might see a silvertip, 

but none showed up. A few days later, on 
the other side of Trout Lake, as Dr. Janette 
and I were sauntering along the trail alone, 
the guide having gone ahead to prepare 
supper for us at the cabin, we heard, a 
hundred yards or two above us in the thick 
bushes a deep guttural "Gna-r-r, gna-r-r," 
a sound which made us quicken our foot- 
steps for half an hour. The guide said it 
was undoubtedly a grizzly. 

Here on the mountain top we were told 
we might see mountain goats, since the 


Grand Mountain 



west end of it was a place of their resort, 
but a tramp far out that way did not reward 
us with a view of one. Still we were not 
wholly denied a sight of them, for while at 
the camp of the Lion Mountain Mine, a 
white goat lay in sight two hours, basking 
in the sunlight less than a mile away, 
affording, with our field-glasses, a delightful 
view of the beauty. And again, Kirk- 
patrick and I one day alone came across one 
opposite us on the mountain side not more 
than 500 yards distant, the goat making 
its way leisurely along the ledges and then 
over them out of sight. "Rather a bloodless 
trip," some one may oberve. Aye, but the 
hunter's fire ill becomes the bosom of the 
sportsman in midsummer, while in the 
Canadian Selkirks. 

One of the most delightful trophies of 
our day on Knox Mountain was the col- 
lection of Arctic botany. The botanist of 
the party secured no less than forty dis- 
tinct species. Five of these were heather, 
their bloom ranging from lightest pink to 
deep, blood-like crimson. The blossoming 
is much different from that of Scotland; 
here, instead of being so minute as to appear 
feathery, it is composed of graceful little 
cups, something like that of the blueberry. 
Our bunks in the miners' cabins were made 
soft and fragrant with the heather. Another 
flower of surpassing beauty was a species of 
the phlox, not tall and graceful like that of 
the lowlands, but blooming in a mass 
spread out on the surface of the ground 
like an inverted saucer, making a solid mat 
of bright, deep pink bloom. Brilliant dwarf 
buttercups adhered to the unmistakable 
yellow of that family, while a giant anemone, 
the blossom as large as a silver dollar, on a 
stalk a foot high, was to be found even at 
that height, though in greater profusion 
lower down. The masses of blossoms and 
the bright colors were a continuous charm 
in all our tramping. It was an incident 
yielding especial pleasure that the botanist 
that day picked some of the flowers with 
one hand on the snow. 

To be among Arctic surroundings, flowers, 
birds, animals, insects, and to enjoy them 

on a warm August day, were well worth 
the climb we had made. The days among 
the summits besides this one, over track- 
less crests, across the glaciers, and again 
often knee-deep in flowers of the richest 
profusion, breathing the inspiring air, seeing 
visions of Alpine grandeur, all seemed to 
put new blood and endurance into a couple 
of tired teachers. 

But even among the grandeur of the 
mighty Selkirks time will not wait for man. 
We must leave the spot of such enchant- 
ment. The descent was of a different 
nature from the ascent. A short snowfield, 
so steep we could not climb in going up, 
offered us a chance to go down. Kirk- 
patrick and little Robert, well used to 
glissading snowfields, steadied themselves 
with their long canes and shot like arrows 
down the two or three hundred feet. Would 
the women try that same way ? The guide's 
wife, first to test routes and ways, essayed 
the standing glissade, missed her footing 
and slid bodily to the bottom, to be caught 
by her husband. Mrs. Knox did not at- 
tempt the standing glissade, but at once 
resorted to the procumbent one, arriving, 
as did Mrs. Kirkpatrick, at the bottom of 
the slide, a mingled mass of clothing and 
snow and joyful shouts. As the sun sank 
behind the western summits and snowy 
peaks we were glad to crawl into the cabins, 
to be refreshed with hot beef tea, that in- 
dispensable adjunct of mountain-climbing. 

We deemed the honor bestowed upon us 
by our friend Kirkpatrick worthy of 
peculiar recognition, so on getting back to 
the States we sent two flags, that of 
United States and of Canada, to be put 
upon a stout flagstaff on the mountain top. 
The next season a delegation on the Fourth 
of July from the camp of the miners climbed 
to the summit and put up the flags. They 
could be seen from Circle City, Ferguson 
and from many other points, and their real 
significance was that of a close bond of 
friendship between the visitors from the land 
of Uncle Sam and the good folk and true who 
make the mighty Selkirks their perpetual 


A Visit to a Gypsy Camp 

Illustrated from Photographs by J. R. Schmidt 

O YOU remember long, 
long ago when the Gyp- 
sies came to town ? That 
was before life had rob- 
bed! you of childhood's 
trick of weaving the gay 
threads of romance into 
the dun fabric of reality. 
Dazzled by the gaudy 
colors of the mysterious caravan winding 
slowly over dusty roads, you followed in its 
wake wide-eyed and wondering. The lean, 
swart men, with their unkempt horses, the 

shrill-voiced Gypsy women hung with 
jingling ornaments, even the half-starved 
dogs and barefooted children, woke in you, 
whose life went quietly along in conventional 
grooves, a thrilling sense of mystery and 
romance, twin attendants on the unex- 

The romance you stalked in childhood 
until the Gypsy wagons with their array of 
gorgeous blankets and bedizened occupants 
vanished over the hill is about to become a 
reality. If it is all the same to you we'll take 
our autumn journeyings with Queen Stella, 


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of the Stanley tribe, and all her followers, 
big and little. 

Queen Stella, unlike most royalty, is quite 
approachable. In the royal tent — which is 
anything but royal in appearance — she will 
welcome you with a shrewd glance and a 
generous smile. After you have crossed her 
palm with silver — romance is purchasable 
in Romany, as elsewhere — she will unfold 
to you the future. This is a necessary, nay, 
an indispensable, prelude to conversation 
with any Romany woman, queen or beggar. 

Like all the gringos, you will begin with 
questions touching the ancestry of these 
strange people. Why are they wanderers ? 
Where did they come from and whither are 
they going? Although the origin of the 
Gypsy has been lost in antiquity and their 
history so enwrapped with superstition and 
legend that the most eminent savant can 
learn no more of them than a little child, 
pride of race is distinguishable in every ges- 

"We are older than the pyramids — we 
were from the beginning of time; our 
ancestors builded ancient Thebes of the 
Hundred Gates!" Queen Stella will tell you. 
Something in her voice speaks of long-for- 

gotten royalty — her bent form proudly 
straightens; who knows but she may be 
right after all? There is something in the 
proud bearing and classic grace of Romany's 
daughters that bears out this assumption of 
royal lineage. A haunting sadness looks out 
from the big, dark eyes of the Gypsy chil- 
dren, which deepens into universal sorrow 
in midlife and softens to wistfulness in the 
dimmed vision of the aged. 

While the delicate blue spirals of smoke 
from wood fire rise heavenward in the soft 
autumn atmosphere we will take a look at 
the Gypsy camp. The pungent aroma of 
the burning green wood mingled with the 
scent of the good brown earth, the elusive 
fragrance of the September verdure, comes 
pleasantly to the nostrils, contrasting with the 
unwholesome odors of the city. The new 
canvas tent yonder, with the bright red 
scallops, is the future home of a princess 
bride and her consort. 

The stove-pipe projects from a round 
hole cut in the canvas w r all and is propped 
up with a forked stick from the outside. 
The stove itself is a small, open-front affair 
with its back to the entrance, with a view to 
keeping all the heat and all the smoke inside 


of the tent. A great roll of bedding arranged 
to form a divan on one side of the tent, a 
drygoods box on end with a few cooking 
utensils and dishes are the only other arti- 
cles of furniture. At night the bedding is 
unrolled, the tent flap dropped. 

But this is intruding. The bride and 
groom have not taken possession of their 
new home — the wedding is still in full 
swing; it has been going on for three days 
and will fill the social horizon for three days 
more. Were you ever at a Gypsy wedding ? 
Well, never mind, all guests are welcome, 
even the hated gringo, if he brings plenty of 
silver coins to exchange for weak, red wine 
in which to drink the bride's health. Out- 
side the marriage tent a solemn company of 
men and women, brave in Gypsy finery of 
scarlet shawls and brilliant handkerchiefs, 
are dancing in the mud, their hands inter- 
laced after the fashion of children playing 
ring-around-the-rosy. These are the bride's 
kinspeople. The parents of the groom 
stand apart before their tent, apparently 
unconscious that a wedding is in progress. 
- Two young lads with a violin and a guitar, 
their plaid kerchiefs tied loosely under roll- 
ing velvet collars, halt before the bridal 

tent and begin a gay, wild Gypsy air. It is a 
Roman\ classic, this marriage song, and the 
young violinist, scarcely 15, sways his lithe 
body in supple cadence with the music. 
Passionate and sad, sensuous and dreamy, 
the love song throbs in the guitar and wails 
over the strings of the violin in exquisite 
harmony. There is genius in the touch of 
the young musician's fingers that lovingly 
caress the worn violin. This music is not 
written — you may hear reminiscences of it 
in Liszt's melodies — but the thing itself is 
handed down from father to son in the 
Gypsy tribes. 

Lift the tent-flap and you will see a 
curious sight. On the floor is spread a red- 
barred table-cloth and on it is meat and 
wine and many Romany delicacies. A 
merry crowd of young folk, the friends of 
the bride and groom, are feasting, laughing 
and singing with the joy of youth and irre- 
sponsibility. Standing at the back of the 
tent, totally ignored by the assembled com- 
pany, are the bride and groom. The girl, 
full bosomed, strong and beautiful, is in 
tears — one end of her white tulle veil drawn 
across her face to hide its sadness. She leans 
on the arm of a dark, slender boy, who looks 



anything but happy. The bride is clad in a 
trailing robe of red velvet, but the groom's 
only concession to this ceremony is a more 
than usually gaudy neckerchief, a new gray 
felt hat and a clean shirt. 

Presently the headsman of the tribe — 
whose office is now obsolete — tosses a sharp- 
bited axe out into the crowd and himself 
emerges from the tent with a headless 
chicken, its blood dripping on the ground. 
This is the final ceremony. The young 
people are now married and the bride leaves 
her parents and her own tribe forever. Per- 
chance in after years she may pass her 
people on the road — but from their tents she 
goes forever. 

There is no joy in marriage and courtship 
for the Romany girl. She weds at her par- 
ents' command and is not allowed to speak 
to the man who will make or mar her future 
on any topic pertaining to their life together 
until after marriage. A Romany girl who 
marries outside her caste is thrust out of the 
tribe forever. She cannot marry a house 
dweller and remain in the tents of Romany. 

The Romany people are full of quaint 

superstitions. They hold a physician in 
abhorrence. One Gypsy woman of unusual 
intelligence said that her little daughter died, 
after having been burned almost to a crisp, 
because a gringo physician attended it. 

Woman is the worker — the producer — 
and man the lord and overseer among the 
Gypsies. Fathers buy wives for their sons, 
but no cash return is required when a man 
marries. He has found some one to 
support him. Married women among the 
Gypsies are known by their headdress; only 
girls go uncovered. 

Half of the traditions and customs that 
have descended to the Gypsies of to-day are 
meaningless to them. They go through 
elaborate ceremonies to celebrate death, 
birth or marriage, but none know why. 
Much of the pomp and circumstance of a 
Gypsy camp is skilful stage managing. 
The leaders know the public likes them to 
be picturesque — it means more fortunes to 
tell, greater crowds of sightseers, who drop a 
gracious shower of nickles and dimes among 
the countless children that make up the 
population of every Gypsy camp. 



Hunting Fox Squirrels with a 16-Gauge Gun 

HERE is one thing that 

T'the enthusiastic squirrel 
hunter must impress up- 
on the mind of his fellow 
sportsman who never 
shot a squirrel, and that 
is that his favorite jaunts 
in quest of the tricky fox 
squirrel are anything but 
slow and uninteresting. This his friend 
of no experience invariably disputes. 

As a rule, the State game laws permit the 
shooting of squirrels from September 
i until January i. Thus the season extends 
over what one might call four months, 
taking in three seasons, summer, fall and 
winter. One-third of a year is a pretty 
long time for Mr. Squirrel to be careful 
of just where he goes and what he does. 
Then, too, the hunter is not his only enemy; 
he has others and plenty of them, of which 
I will speak later. In September, Mrs. 
Squirrel invariably has a family which 
is yet too young to be thrown upon its own 
resources, and I am sure the thoughtful 
hunter would not wish to break up a 
family by killing the mother, and thus 
causing the death of four or five young. 
Also, the weather in September is, as a 
general rule, quite warm, the trees have not 
taken on their true autumn colors, which 
signal cool, frosty days, nor is the meat 
of the squirrel firm and of the rich flavor 
the crisp mornings seem to put into it. 

October and November are ideal months 
for squirrel-hunting. The rusty brown of 
the cunning fox squirrels harmonizes com- 
pletely with the rich autumnal colors which 
cover both the ground and the trees. The 
crisp, cool air seems to put new life into 
both the squirrel and his patient pursuer. 
Now is the time when the lazy, big fox 
squirrel, who would not work when the 
harvest was ripe, must rustle around 
pretty lively to scrape together enough 

food to keep him snug and decently fed 
within doors in the cold winter. Hence he 
is up early in the morning and late in the 
evening picking up a nut here and there 
on the ground and stealing a few from his 
watchful neighbor, the gray. This is the 
time when the hunter enjoys the best kind 
of squirrel-shooting. 

As the latter part of November and the 
month of December draw on and bring 
with them the early snows, the big fox 
squirrel stays indoors for longer periods, 
or else, in his disgust at the approach of 
foul weather, he starts out some bright 
morning and travels south to some timbered 
bottom land where he can find something 
to eat under the protection of the heavy 
forest cover. The weather is now nearly too 
cold for one to waste much time watching 
and waiting for squirrels, and, besides, there 
are now lots of prime rabbits, which, if 
hunted without the use of a dog, afford 
fast and interesting sport. So, all in all, I 
think it would be best to let our bushy- 
tailed friend alone for at least ten months 
of the year. 

Now, having decided that October and 
November are the only real months in 
which to hunt squirrels, we will take up 
the much-discussed subject of the proper 
gun to use. At once we recognize three 
different types of squirrel hunters, and each 
has his own idea of the only gun that can 
be used on squirrels with complete satis- 
faction. There is the man who always 
has used a 12-gauge for all kinds of game, 
and, in his opinion, no other is worth while 
owning. Then the man who always shoots 
them — "in the head" — with a small-caliber 
rifle must be considered, as he is scattered 
over the country in quite large numbers. 
Last we have what might be classed the 
up-to-date squirrel hunter, who uses a 16- 
gauge and still-hunts for his quarry. Let 
a shooter try a 16-gauge for this particular 



sport and he will quit talking about a 12- 
gauge or a rifle. For years I used a 12- 
gauge single-barrel, which proved as satis- 
factory as I could wish. I never found any 
trouble in pulling off long shots, but, as 
a general rule, I found the majority of the 
squirrels pretty well shot up. I picked out 

shells with light loads and for awhile 
loaded my own shells, but could not make 
things work as satisfactorily as I like to 
have them. So one day when the question 
of what gauge gun I wanted came up, 1 
took a 16-gauge, and I am not a bit sorry 
for my hasty decision. I admit that this 

skilful still-hunting is what counts 
The author tries it with a target rifle 



gun cannot be used with as much satis- 
faction for ducks or geese as a heavier gun, 
but I know it is there with the goods when 
it comes to any smaller game that may 
choose to hunt in the timber, the marshes 
or the uplands, and my preference is a 
double-barrel hammerless, weighing 6} 
pounds, left barrel full choke and right a 
modified choke. 

The tyro squirrel-hunter will find it 
best to try it alone to start. Lessons in 
squirrel-hunting are best and quickest 
learned by the novice when he is left alone 
in the silent woodland, where he quickly 
learns by experience all the tricks that 
Mr. Squirrel will practise on him. 

Choose a bright day in October and 
make an early start for some large timber 
tract that is pretty well sprinkled with old 
trees. The sun will be just coming up in 
the east as you arrive at the fence at the 
edge of the woods, if you have timed your 
visit wisely. Certain natural impulses cause 
a halt, and presently you find yourself 
sitting on the ground with your back against 
a big black oak, your nostrils wide open to 
enjoy to the full the invigorating air and 
your ears catching all the sounds that come 
with the awakening of a frosty October 
morning. The cries of noisy jays, which 
always seem to have time to arouse lazy 
squirrels with their raucous racket, are 
mingled with the clear-cut whistle of some 
happy Bob White, sitting on the old rail 
fence at the edge of the timber, perhaps 
wondering why the farmer, who, the day 
before, just finished shucking the field of 
corn, did not leave a few ears of the golden 
grain for his especial benefit. Suddenly 
you are awakened from your day-dream 
by a succession of sharp, clear barks. 

Steady. Keep your seat. Just sit still and 
wait for your squirrel to make some more 
noise. Now is when you feel a bit nervous. 
You are a novice at squirrels and you may 
never have had the squirrel fever ; which is, in 
my opinion, just about as bad as buck 
fever. There he barks again. Now, as 
you know just what is making the noise, 
the muscles in your face grow rigid and 
your fingers twitch nervously at the trigger 
of your gun. Better try to locate him. So 
off comes your cap and you twist yourself 
into all kinds of shapes trying to get a look 

in the direction of the noise. For what seems 
almost an age you remain on your hands 
and knees, waiting for that squirrel to 
make just a little more noise, when you are 
sure you will be able to sight him. Ah, 
there he barks again I But you were not 
looking in quite the right direction. Well, 
be patient and wait awhile. 

After a series of exciting moments when 
the squirrel barked and you failed to 
locate bim, you finally see him sitting right 
in plain view. "I wonder why I could not 
see him before," you say to yourself. The 
shot looks a pretty long one, so down you 
get, flat on the ground, and crawl around 
until a tree is between you and the squirrel. 
Then, in a sneaking position, you creep up 
until within about twenty yards. You 
move the gun out around the tree and 
follow it up with your head. But, lo and 
behold! the limb on which your squirrel 
sat is vacant. You come out from behind 
the tree a sadder and a wiser squirrel- 
hunter than you were twenty minutes ago. 
You have learned one big lesson, and that 
is, never take your eyes off the squirrel until 
you have him in your pocket. If you do 
he is going to make you travel for his hide, 
and if he once gets into his hole, as this 
fellow seemingly has, the best thing you 
can do is to move on and not wait for him 
to come out. So now, just you go and hunt 
another, and come back for this one in 
about an hour's time. 

Soon you come to a "squirrely" big 
hickory tree, and being tired, you sit down. 
And you are no sooner still than along 
comes a nice big fox squirrel; he does not 
see you until he is within about ten yards of 
the hickory, because you now have sense 
enough to sit still. On your moving your 
foot just enough to let him know that you 
are not a public highway, the squirrel, in 
surprise, side-steps and runs up a small 
oak. He is only near -scared. It is an easy 
shot and you soon have your first squirrel 
in your pocket. 

"Hey, tharl Want you to git right out 
of this timber; pretty quick, too. Next 
time I catch you in here I'll run ye in. 
First gol darn thing I know you'll be 
shootin' one o' my cows. This here's my 
cow pasture, not a shootin' gallery." Here 
is another place to show your nerve. Just 


walk right up to the sunburned stranger tree put the use of any other weapon than 

and say, "Hello." Talk politely, explain a shotgun out of the question. The imps 

how you came to hunt in his woods, and are here, there, everywhere, all without a 

wind up by telling him that you had taken moment's notice, and, like when one luckily 

a look at his cattle when you came in, that strikes the thick of the duck flight on a 

you like cattle and to shoot a man's stock stormy November day, one hardly knows 

would be the last thing you would be guilty which way to turn for the next shot, 
of. If he is a reasonable farmer and can But the novice must not expect often to 

tell a sensible fellow when he sees one, he fall in with the young squirrels at their 

will more than likely let you hunt all you twilight games. It is only a chance, 

want to. although, of course, a better chance on a 

The fox-squirrel is the only game good hardwood ridge where squirrels are 

harvester of the timber in the entire squirrel abundant. 

family that makes good shooting. His On bright, sunny days the squirrels love 
cunning ways, his natural protection in to bask in the sun on some high limb, and 
his reddish yellow coat, the speed he can through the middle of the day, in such 
get up on the ground or in the tree-tops, weather, and especially if it be early in the 
make him a true game fellow and one that season, the hunter with a sharp pair of eyes 
is hard to reduce to possession when on even is often well repaid for hunting instead of 
ground. It requires much skilful hunting waiting till midafternoon to resume his 
and patient waiting to catch him unawares, search for game. Of course, there will be 
Of course, when one gets into a timber times when he shoots at a dry leaf that, high 
where there are plenty of squirrels he is in the treetop, looks for all the world like a 
sure to get one or two just by luck. But fox squirrel's tawny side, or flickering in 
skilful still-hunting is what counts — hunting the breeze, looks like his tail. But again, 
without the aid of a dog. It requires skill occasionally those long shots made "on 
to stalk a squirrel fifty yards or more and speculation" bring down a prize, 
then get him as he goes tearing through In hardwood timber the fox-squirrel 
the tree-tops, making for his hole just as builds summer nests of leaves, a large 
fast as his legs will carry him. This is the bunch frequently, and invariably a con- 
part of the sport you will most enjoy. spicuous bright yellow; the entrance to a 

The best time to hunt for the sly little warmly lined nest of broken up leaves is 

thief — which he has himself proven by a small hole on the side. At other times 

his audacious marauderings upon birds' they live in holes, using grass and strips of 

nests and his gray brothers' storehouses — soft bark for a lining, 
is between sunrise and 10 a. m., and In regard to cleaning your game, I 

between 3 p. m. and sunset. He is just as advise you to carry a knife with you, and 

fearless as he is smart and his size protects when you get a squirrel to clean, do the job 

him against all hawks, whereas the gray right away. You will find that the skin 

squirrel encounters a great enemy in these jerks much easier, and you will avoid all 

birds. The fox-squirrel's only enemies are the clotted blood that would accumulate 

the wildcat, the gray wolf, the fox, the rac- if you waited until you got home, 
coon and the hunter. Now for a closing bit of information on 

I have even had lively shooting at both the habits of the fox-squirrel: Let me 

fox squirrels and grays after sundown and impress upon the mind of the novice that 

just before dark. This seems a time for the the instant a squirrel sees a hunter he is 

young fellows to romp, and as in November going to start right off for his hole; he will 

they are fair game, and on such an occa- not stop a moment, and in case he is too 

sion one can sometimes get a-half dozen in far away for a shot the thing to do is to 

fifteen or twenty minutes, it is worth the go right after him. You have the advantage 

tramp out of the woods after dark. in that you can run faster. Then, too, you 

The squirrels at that time are not so shy, stand a chance of getting him up a small 

but the uncertain light and the speed with tree, as he will always climb the minute he 

which they chase one another from tree to thinks you are getting too close. 




HAT do we think of, and what do we see, 

Tramping along the trail — 
Into the depths of the woodland and wold, 
Far from our home in the wind and the cold- 
Tramping along the trail ? 

Lo ! it is pleasure, not hardship, to me, 

Tramping along the trail. 
Work? Not a bit; but it's rattling good fun, 
Off with a cook and a guide and a gun — 

Tramping along the trail. 

Who is there so care free and happy as we, 

Tramping along the trail ? 
Marking our course by a blaze on a tree, 
Afar where the wandering winds are free — 

Tramping along the trail ! 


What it Means to Be on Hand, with Skill and a Good Boatman, 
When a Sea Anglers 5 "Beat" Occurs 


(Santa Catalina Island Tuna Club, California 

HE sun-painted ochre 
and tan of the ribbed 
and (canoned hillsides 
: which form the half- 
moon harbor of Avalon, 
on Santa Catalina Is- 
land, off the balmy 
beaches of southern Cal- 
ifornia, were studded with emerald and 
gray-olive clumps of chaparral and scrub- 
oak. To the anglers, floating buoyantly 
upon the aquamarine disc of the bay — an 
exultant thrill, a modulated cry of the joy 
of living — the fresh note of the valley quail 
floated faintly down from the encompassing 
arena-walls of buff hillocks. It spoke of 
perennial youth, of spring, of the glad life 
of the wild folk and stirred the pulse un- 

Jarring harshly with this sweet vocal 
expression of the May tide, was the stir 
of the "Hermosa's" departure, a jumbled 
medley of creaking pier -posts, clanking 
chains and Mexican ejaculations of the 
stevedores. Turning cautiously, she sailed 
to the northeast, just as the caravels of 
Cabrillo had done on that very spot four 
centuries before. Having duly performed 
a sacred rite of the locality, one not to be 
lightly violated — that of "watching the 
steamer leave" — the entire population 
leisurely dispersed from the beach to take 
up the business of the afternoon, it being 
in the neighborhood of three o'clock. 

The rippling, sun-reflecting water proved 
too enticing for a vigorous pair of Yankee 
youths, and they shouted to a boatman who 
was cleaning up his twenty-foot gasoline 
launch to get his rigs ready and they would 
come aboard to try a turn for the yellow- 

turquoise to the silver-streaked and mounted 
Sierra on the continent. No blur nor haze 
obscured the iridescence of the air; they 
loomed distinct, a crumpled, green-gold 
and bronze barrier. The breeze threw in 
one's face the tang of salt, the zest born 
of the combing breaker. 

Dropping into the uncovered launch 
from the moss-green steps of the landing, 
the anglers rigged up the lighter tackle for 
yellowtail, laying aside for the occasion 
the weightier tuna outfits. The 4-horse- 
power engine was called upon only to take 
them a few hundred feet to an exquisite 
little bend, a rounded level beach gradually 
sloping through purely transparent waters. 
Its white continuation, subsurface, could 
be strangely seen through the shimmering 
green from quite a distance off the sands. 
This idyllic nook, nestling at the base of 
the sheltering rock-heights, was felicitously 
called "Lover's Cove." Its steady patron- 
age by the amorous ones of Avalon justified 
the name. 

Drifting in the currentless pool of the 
harbor was to be the plan of campaign, the 
lure a live sardine somewhat longer than 
one's finger, secured by the vexatious 
operation termed "snagging." Usually, the 
little fellows are capricious and nimbly 
evade the upward jerk of the chain of three 
snag-hooks*; though it seems to traverse 
a solid bed of them, none are impaled. 
Again, one or two are nipped by the rushing 
points and flicker upward, broadside on, 
little glittering strips of silver. These are 
unceremoniously popped into a bucket, 
wherein the water is changed frequently, 
keeping them alive, if not badly cut, for a 
reserve supply. 

This trying task fell to "Cap," the 

The sky Stretched away in immaculate *a shank with three hooks turned out in different directions. 



boatman, who accepted the situation com- 
placently and made a trial, drawing across 
the school, plainly seen below in thousands, 
rather than vertically through them. 

The anglers leaned back in the two 
chair -seats attached to a board facing the 
stern, and good naturedly tossed a coin 
for the first luckless sardine. 

A brown, bewhiskered face like a terrier's 
rose at their side, with a "pouf-f-f " of out- 
blown air. The seal leaned back and 
blinked at them inquiringly. Apparently 
satisfied of their unimportance, he sniffed 
rather contemptuously, threw his neck 
"over his shoulder," hitting the water with 
the back of his head, and was swallowed 
without a ripple. 

"Gosh, me lads," the boatman cried 
gleefully, "we're in for it, sure! Why, this 
bay is crammed with bait from floor to 
roof. I never seen the likes, I never did I" 
His snagging had yielded two on his maiden 
effort and no time was thrown away in 
getting thej.lively chaps overboard, the 
yellowtail hook being thrust through the 
back just beneath the dorsal fin, allowing 
the bait full play to flutter about and draw 
the big fellows. For six hundred feet or so, 
clear across the harbor, the "flick-flick" of 

myriad sardines could be seen, flecking the 
green with tiny white suds, here, there, 
yonder, their masses distinctly tinting the 
areas they occupied a dull violet against 
the emerald. 

"If this don't mean business, I'm a 
tenderfoot. That's the boy! Soak it to 
him! Ah, me hearty, turn loose on him, 
now, me lad!" 

The raucous note of the huge multiplier 
shrilly proclaimed the struggle was on. 
Lyte, the Pennsylvanian, was vainly jabbing 
both thumbs on his leather reel-brake, 
while the line fairly leaped through the 
agate guides and down into the depths, 
irresistibly demanded by some tremendous 
force running rampage below. Ted, the 
New Englander, suddenly stood erect and 
held hard on his rig, the duet of reels 
stimulating "Cap" to a frenzy of encour- 
agement — and abuse of the unknown at 
the lines' ends. Occasionally interrupting, 
unable to be inactive at such a time, he 
wildly snagged and snagged again, letting 
off steam at the expense of numberless 

Ted's tormentor played coward, as his 
tribe is wont to do; after divers sword- 
thrust runs, a seven-pound barracuda, long, 

lovers' cove, where the white bass lie, in the harbor AT AVALON 



rebaited, with that flush of 
success that only anglers 

The cry " White bass!" 
came from a flat-bottomed 
dory near at hand ; an an- 
gler in another yonder held 
up a shapely, symmetrical 
form like the Atlantic 
weakfish. Still a third had 
already one of these delec- 
table beauties some four 
feet long gilled with the 
painter and hanging over 
the bow. Plainly a school 
of these rare nobles were 
charging the bait-millions 
and the ultima thule of the 
light rod, a bout with white 
sea-bass (Cynoscion nobile) 
thin, a bar of blazing pink, white and gray was about to be offered to all. This was 
was gaffed. It was thrown into the great indeed a golden moment; not for six years 
fish-pen, forward, destined to be brimful had such a scene been paralleled. 


that night as it had never been before. 

1 'Where there is honey, there will be 
bees also," the philosophers were wont 
to say. All the boat-craft available seemed 
to have swarmed to the place, every one had 

As Ted's fish reluctantly surrendered, 
after a vicious sprint across the surface 
and a swirl of tossing waters, Lyte's rod 
bowed gracefully. The reel yapped like 
an irritated puppy, he struck back to im- 

a fish; lines tangled, sides bumped, the plant the hook and— lost his fish 

occupants wrangled and grew acidly per- 
sonal. The town was out en. masse, the 
rumor of a "beat" had reached to the 
limits of the village. Old Captain Wash- 
burn couldn't seem to strike the luck; his 

"That was a bass, me boy," called the 
boatman. "Give 'im a minute or two to 
say 'Thank ye' before ye fire off like that. 
They don't snatch - -out of a bait like a 

yellowtail; give 'em time." So admonish- 
party apparently indulged in depreciating ing, the excited worthy drew over the gun- 
comments as Ted rudely hooked a second wale the twenty-five-pound bass that Ted 
fish, a tartar this time, squarely beneath had just mastered. 

the "Magic Isle, "the captain's well-known The varied directions in which each fish 

launch. This fish displayed an amazing pressed his running fight led the boat 
wit; as a tactician he soon established his 

The first fish hooked had never relaxed 

an effort from the go-off and Lyte had been bass was dexterously guided among the 

very much occupied. Rush after rush, maze of anchor-buoys that dotted the 

veering off to right and left, "marking smiling surface like water-lilies. Again, 

time," robbing the reel of hard-won line, drawn to the exquisite sunken sea-gardens, 

feinting a dash into the great kelp gardens, to gaze with rapture into the blue crystal 

now hurling itself headlong out to sea, the depths — a roofless palace, whose botanical 

doughty fish had called forth all its human apartments swayed and undulated listlessly, 

hither and thither across the face of the 
harbor, but never without the wide field of 
battle. Now close inshore a wilful white 

antagonist's resources, but yielded after 
twelve minutes' play — a twenty-seven-pound 
package of concentrated devilment, the 
California yellowtail. 
This was a great streak of luck and Lyte 

with gold-brown draperies, mottled-green 
pillars and fantastically friezed portieres. 
Sea anemones, tinted the delicate mauve 
of the Japanese wisteria, were sprinkled 
about floor and rock- wall, while scintillating 


2 33 

Garibaldi fish, arrayed in sumptuous 
orange, comprised the genus loci. 
T From the dry, hot air above, where 
dancing heat waves swam in the low hori- 
zon, the limpid depths opened beneath in 
cool, green vales where — 

"Far below 
The sea blooms with the oozy woods, 
The sapless foliage of the ocean." 

Through this transparent element, the 
anglers beheld every move in the war 
below. A terrified swarm of electric-green 
and silver sardines surged by in bewilder- 
ment. Perchance, a lusty pair of yellowtail 
or a band of bass coursed in their wake 
like hounds. Pressing the fleeing host 
sorely, they snapped up the stragglers 
while the main army of innumerable units 
rose like a living blanket and sprang out 
into the air. For the affrighted baitfish, 
there was no refuge. Hotly assailed from 
below, they faced the instant attack of 
ravenous sea-gulls when they approached 
the surface. These agile birds dove boldly 
into the compact schools, aided by a quar- 
tette of great brown pelicans. 

The latter soared heavily, 
choosing an auspicious mo- 
ment to hurl themselves beak 
first into the little fishes with a 
noisy splash. So great was 
their velocity that the water 
closed over them entirely for 
a moment. Instantly they re- 
appeared, to float quietly with 
a lackadaisical expression of 
nonchalance, pressing the 
huge bill against the breast, 
the captured sardines plainly 
seen struggling in the bag. 
The bird then looked down 
its nose in a half-apologetic 
manner. This air of innocence 
was solely to persuade the 
hovering gulls that the plunge 
had been fruitless, for, in the 
pelican's tossing the head and 
clacking the beaks to juggle 
the fish down its throat, the 
gulls frequently dart in and 
seize the prize from his jaws. 
His pained expression of dis- 

comfiture is then real and most ludicrous. 

The microbe of merriment had spread a 
virulent epidemic of fun among all the 
anglers, old and young. History was in the 
making, not the repetition; the oldest in- 
habitant sought in vain to recollect such a 
former " picnic." 

"Tsee, tsee, ee ee!" crooned Lyte's reel, 
as it chuckled over a fresh contestant. 
Off sped the desperate fish. Gracefully 
curved the lithe rod, bowing, curtsying, 
nodding. Ah, the exquisite joy of it! 
"Zinn, zinn, neee" — Ted's more metallic- 
throated songster joined in a right merry 
roundelay. Business was booming again. 
"Cap" was in ecstasy! 

Wildly he flung his chain of snags off to 
leeward, a sweep of the rod, a flash and a 
bait was impaled. Hurriedly he rushed the 
prospective meal boatwards, when suddenly 
the ancient reel gave tongue with rejuve- 
nated vim — a bass had taken the struggling 
sardine and was fast upon the snags. 
Three rods at work in an instant, rare 
moments, indeed! But the strain proved 
too great, the line parted and "Cap" was 
minus his bait-gaining paraphernalia in 
consequence. Lyte's fish, a brawny, burly 





yellowtail, was about ready for the gaff, and 
after the great beauty had been passed into 
the filling pen, a bass appeared at the other 
side with much splashing from a protesting 

Alas, a sorry plight was now discovered ! 
In the clouded liquid of the bait bucket, 
there wriggled but one lone green sardine. 
Who should be its fortunate possessor and 
continue battling in the lists ? A judgment 
of Solomon would destroy its utility for 

figuratively true. As he looked down 
through the clear water, it seemed as though 
a giant loom lay below, a million shuttles 
flashing back and forth, so quick and con- 
fusing was the rain of little fishes across 
the line of vision. 

After several fruitless efforts, the trifling 
weight of a "shiner" was recorded along 
the sensitive line. He left it where it floated 
and waited. Ted was waiting, too, his dis- 
puted bait as yet having failedho make 

f taKHi 4 h A s 


"I know your aversion to photographs of dead fish," wrote the author, in contending with the editor 
for the publication of this picture, "but hope you will make an exception in this case. Live fish are 
only to be photographed in aquariums or when leaping in the air. Big game fish are, unfortunately, 
not to be found in aquariums and photographs of them in the air are rare, limited to but few species 
and seldom distinct. Dead specimens, while not appealing from a sentimental viewpoint, nevertheless 
accurately show formation and relative size. It is almost 'dead or nothing ' with most fishes." 

both candidates. The courteous " After 
you's" that followed made proverbial 
Alphonse and Gaston appear a shabby, 
churlish pair. "Cap" calmly settled the 
controversy by fixing the bone of contention 
to Ted's hook, remarking that time was 
on the wing. This untoward decision of 
the fates, as impersonated by the incor- 
rigible tar, left Lyte quite undismayed. 

He dropped his bare hook overboard 
among the sardines, and as he expressed 
it, "went into the snagging business on his 
own hook," which was both literally and 

good. "Cap" meanwhile rigged anew and 
upon his initial effort with the fresh snags, 
surprised himself by fouling a six-pound 
barracuda in the side, which drew from 
him the exclamation, "Sure, you can't 
keep 'em in the water! They're climbin' 

"Something do-o-o-ing," sang Ted in a 
rising chant of exultation, softly straighten- 
ing to his feet, running out the line with left 
hand while gripping the dripping reel and 
rod in the right. A tremor of suppressed 
excitement shivered through all, like fire 



unbridled. Possibilities hummed in the air; 
the pot was boiling afresh! Stealthily, the 
surface-ripping strand of line moved off, 
the great reel muttered restlessly. What 
sinewy monster might be tampering at the 
lure, recording electric throbs along the 
"wire?" Who could say? A grand lottery 
is the sea! 

Caution personified, Ted nursed the bite 
to the crucial moment. His companions 
held their breath, the "hail" seemed un- 
usually determined and hot. 

Back, back swung the trusty rod. 
"We-e-e-re o-o-f-f-f" caracoled the click, 
in abandon of battle. 

"See, there, yonder — catch that? See 
him break water ? A beauty, old boy, look 
sharp!" exclaimed Lyte. 

Look sharp; aye, and well he might. 
Hard and stiff as the string of a guitar, 
every fibre in the line drafted taut and 
rigid. Could he hold the big fellow? 

Firm, unruffled pressure upon the leather 
brake cut down the speed relentlessly, 
inevitably as Fate. Even, steady pumping 
retarded the impetuous dashes. Keen 
swimmers at a quick sprint, these white 
bass! With a power of self-propulsion 
little short of marvelous, it is maintainable 
only for short, sharp spurts. Deficient in 
endurance, the bass well redeems himself 
by the lightning lunges. 

Twenty fiercely fought minutes reduced 
the yards of line out to about ten. "Cap" 
prepared to administer the coup de grace 
with a big gaff, and Ted, a bit winded but 
still game, led the Jim-dandy to the rail. 
No work of the old masters e'er made a 
finer picture than that exquisitely tinted 
form. Lying astretch upon the crystal 
water, a five-foot symphony of pink and 
silver framed in translucent emerald. 
What a prize ! Those forty-six pounds of 
iron muscle, tense sinew and resourceful 
brain were not to be bartered for "the gold 
of Ophir or the jewels of Ind." 

Evening now drew on apace and one by 

one the happy parties of tourists and towns- 
folk turned their craft beach ward. The 
sport showed no sign of abeyance, but after 
Lyte had skilfully concluded a snappy 
bout with an eighteen-pounder, " Cap, " too, 
swung the prow toward the landing pier. 
Although just "quittin' time," two hours 
of daylight remained in these heaven- 
favored climes and the photographer was 
quickly summoned to perpetuate the 
memory and appearance of all, fish particu- 
larly, upon that day of days. 

A careful canvass of the returns showed 
"Cap's" men to be "high hook," the 
fruits of the two rods numbering twenty-two 
fish which averaged 25 pounds each. 
So the proverbial goose hung high and the 
question of "whether school kept or not" 
was met with callous indifference. 

The boys assured themselves that no 
"taint of pork" could be attributed to the 
performance, as but an infinitesimal fraction 
of the white bass then in the bay had fallen 
to their rods. Moreover, the "Metropole" 
guests relished the savory dishes of steaming 
bass with such avidity that nothing but the 
bones remained. 

Altogether, it was a most glorious after- 
noon, in which "Fortissimo" had vied with 

"Presto" to set the pace. 

* * * 

And even now, many years later, good 
old "Cap" still spins the yarn, as he glides 
by the rugged, storm-hewn cliffs, to his 
tenderfoot passengers. 

"Right where you're a-settin'," he tells 
his spellbound auditors. " Them boys could 
handle a rod, sure. Gosh they had to, 
'twas no parlor game." Meditatively, he 
draws a puff. Removing the brown-burnt 
pipe, he filters out the blue smoke with 
dreamy, reminiscent eyes. 

"Yes, sirs, that was sport/" 

Author's Note — Although fish stories have fallen into 
disrepute among truth-loving folk, the writer vouches for 
every detail of the foregoing narrative, remarkable as it un- 
doubtedly is, having been an eyewitness to the proceedings. 


His Prowess as a Partridge-Hunter 

HEN I walked into the 
little sporting goods 
- store in Llewellyn, John 
Bradley was a stranger 
to me; five minutes 
later he was the best 
friend I had in the 
State of New Jersey. 
I had tramped the streets of the Self- 
sufficient City many a day, subconsciously 
searching the throngs of passersby for an 
American face, and when at rare intervals 
I saw one, I would stop to gaze after the 
stranger, an impulse to hurry along and 
accost him tugging at my heart. I had each 
morning boarded my train with the smug 
suburbanites, had raced with them for the 
ferry-boat, and in the evening reversed the 
proceeding. The few that I had scraped 
an acquaintance with talked mostly of golf 
and of automobiling; and when I did come 
to know here and there a shooter, they 
talked of clay bird-shooting, or of black 
duck-shooting at Barnegat. No doubt I 
should have by and by become as one of 
them had I not been referred to Bradley 
as a fellow who had shot in the West. 

And, as I have said, Bradley was soon my 
friend. How could I resist him, when he 
looked at me across the show-case with that 
same what-the-devil-shall-I-do-next expres- 
sion in his roguish blue eyes that a fox- 
terrier I once had used to have ? He stood 
about five feet six and appeared to be 
twenty-five or twenty-six years old; his 
complexion, under the sunburn, was what 
might have been called ruddy; he had a 
clean-shaven, square jaw, a rather insignifi- 
cant nose, with a bit of a tilt to it ; a wide 
mouth that had a pleasant upward curl at 
the corners, and his hair was a true sorrel. 
He wore a white sombrero of a size and 
shape affected by the more conservative 
ranch hands of the Northwest — just the 
sort of hat you would pay eight dollars for 

in Miles City; and his legs I could not see 
because of the counter. So I opened up on 

"Did you ever hear tell of Livereating 

"I did," came the answer, quick and 
sharp, in a voice of more volume than I had 
expected from the little man across the 

"What did he do to the boys in his town 
when they didn't behave, when he was the 
deputy sheriff?" 

"Knocked h 1 out of 'em!" 

"Where'd you learn that?" 

"Wyoming. Say w" 

"How many counties in Wyoming?" 

"Thirteen above zero. What's yore 

"Come out here where I can get a look 
at your legs; maybe I won't like them." 

"You'll have to come around the first 
of the month, stranger; I ain't got enough 
to pay the help." 

"Let me see your legs." 

"What for?" with some asperity. 

"I want to see if you can walk. I've 
known cow men that couldn't." 

"Oh, h 1!" he exclaimed, striding 

forth. "Mine was sheep. I come from 
Baggs, Wyoming. Walk ! What for ? " and 
he looked down complacently upon a 
pair of spindly shanks with the true broncho 
bend in them. 

"P — Patience, my dear young sir," 
said I, almost letting the cat out of the bag 
before I thought. "Have patience and listen 
attentively. Can you shoot?" 

' " Can I shoot ? Can I . Say, stranger, 

what's the difference between vou and a 
ladybug? I'll tell you — a ladybug knows 
enough to go in out of the w" 

"All right; you can walk and you can 
shoot, and you savvy the big lonesome. 
You got a good dog?" 

"Say, you come around to-night at eight 



o'clock and I'll tend to yore case in the 
back room after I close up. I know what's 
the matter with you." 

Of course I was at the store at the ap- 
pointed time, and I had not been so happy 
in months as I was when Bradley locked 
the front door and switched off the electric 
lights and we retired to the back room. 

"So you're from Ioway?" said Bradley, 
resuming the conversation which had been 
interrupted by the closing up of the store. 
"Well, when I was a camp-mover for 
the Standard Meat and Live Stock Com- 
pany, the only white herder I had come 
from Clinton. I used to spend a good night 
when I got around to Blackman. He was 
a hunter for you. He never did get done 
blowing about the chicken-shooting he 
used to have back in Ioway. Down here they 
put the accent on the second syllable, and 
ask you is it a big place ! Get a chair. 

"Now, young man," he resumed; "you 
asked me can I walk, can I shoot, have I 
got a good dog, would I like to flock with a 
man from the West? You just set still in 
that there chair and smoke yore pipe and 
spit in that ash-] ail and I'll shore enlighten 
you. You got half an hour ?" 

"Four or five of 'em," I told him, smiling 
my extreme satisfaction. 

"Well, sir, the last man I got acquainted 
with here that said he come from the West 
required them same things of me. I guess 
the only trouble was he come from Ohio! 
And before I got through with him I shore 
did want to give him a touch of the old 
Livereater's discipline. 

"When we organized the gun club here, 
shortly after I come to town and started in 
business, along comes this here Dr. Gilder, 
from Ohio, and as breezy an old, gray- 
whiskered gazabo as I ever stood up and 
shot with. He'd been a trap-shooter before, 
he had, and he had money, too. Didn't 
seem to do anything but bum around and 
enjoy himself and tune up his chin. 

"After we had done a little preliminary 
practice one Saturday afternoon, in Septem- 
ber, this Dr. Gilder, from the West, up 
and challenged me to a match. Hollered 
it out loud so everybody could hear. 
\ "Well, I never let my stomach affect my 
manners, if I can help it, and so I just 
swallowed my disgust at his patronizing 

way and said, 'All right, sir. Loser pays 
for the targets, eh?' But not for him. 
He'd been watching me, I guess, and was 
out to make a gallery play. He made a 
regular little speech and said that him and 
me having had considerable trap-shooting 
in the West, should show the crowd what 
we was made of and how much real sport 
there was in it. We'd have to shoot for 
something worth while, said he. And he 
wound up by challenging me to shoot at 
100 targets, unknown angles, him to get 
all the ammunition from me he could shoot 
away in a week if he won, and me to be his 
guest on a shooting trip for a week if I 
won. Now, what do you think of that? 
Say, he thought he had a cinch for about 
twenty-five dollars' worth of shells. 

"I won. I just had to; I was doing 
business on small capital. 

"Time went on and I began to think our 
celebrated sportsman from Ohio was not 
as game as he had seemed. And then, one 
Monday, the first of November, when 
I was as busy as a cranberry merchant, 
he telephoned me that he was all ready 
to go grouse-shooting on the two o'clock 
train, and for me to meet him at the 
station! What do you think of that? 

"He had to show me, and though it 
cost me good money to go and neglect my 
business, I was Johnny-on-the-spot at the 
depot when the train pulled in. We went 
to a place up in Sullivan County, and it 
looked good to me going up on the train. 
I had never shot a partridge in my life, 
but I figured from what I had read of them 
and what I'd been told, we was going to 
have some good shooting. But wait! 

"Mr. Windbag from Ohio had put up 
another game on me. He was as nice as 
a new yellowback in yore vest pocket going 
up, but when he got in among the five or 
six other shooters at the little hotel he 
turned loose on me again — made another 
speech at the supper table. Said I was a 
world-beater at the traps and he was now 
going to show me some shooting that was 

"'Mr. Bradley,* he orated at me, 'you 
are my guest, and I am bound you shall 
have the time of yore life. But there is a 
little favor I must ask of you, sir. All my 
life I have made it a practice to hunt quite 


alone. Neither of my two dogs will hunt jo-dandy of a partridge dog I Honest, he 

for any one else but me. And so I will hire waltzed me right off and put up a partridge 

a guide for you who has a good dog and for me, which I got, you bet. 
turn you over to him. Then, that our hunt " We stopped right there and held a little 

may be the more interesting, I propose mutual admiration meeting and I patted 

that we have a little contest. The law Mr. Mut's ribs till they must have been 

allows us each a total of thirty-six birds, shore sore. Gee, that grouse did look fine, 

I think it is, for the season. I propose to with his old fan tail sticking out of the 

you, sir, to wager one of my dogs against, back pocket of my coat, 
say, yore gun that I will get more birds in "The next grouse we got right along 

the five days we are to hunt than you, that same cow-path; he was in the top of a 

and I'll give you a handicap of six birds, big basswood that had fell across the path, 

just to show that there is nothing small not more than a hundred yards from 

about a sportsman from Ohio.' where we got the first one, and it took the 

"It was up to me again, and the only second barrel to stop him; but I had my 

thing I could do was be graceful and pro- blood up and I said 'a dead bird is a shore 

claim my pleasure. But, good Lord, I dead one, in a match,' said I. 
couldn't afford to lose my gun; I couldn't "Say, I was finding out something about 

replace it under eighty dollars, and me in quick shooting. Them grouse would bounce 

the business. up twenty feet or so as though there was 

"I hadn't gone a mile with that guide dynamite under them, and then, zip, they'd 

the next day before I knew he had been dive for shelter like yore hat blowing off 

well hired, and as my pocketbook didn't on a ferry-boat. And you'd better not shoot 

stack up for shucks alongside of the at their tail just because it was nice and big. 

Doctor's, I resorted to Livereating John- You had to lead 'em a plenty, and give 'em 

son's tactics. I shore did buffalo him, the whole load. And that little dog would 

if I do have to say it myself, for going into drop the minute a bird jumped, and stay 

a deal to do me, and I sent him and his dog there till the gun cracked; then he'd go in 

hunting another customer, I tell you. A for feathers. But he didn't retrieve well, 
nice sort of a guide, him, to hire himself "We got one more bird, the dog and me. 

out to hinder a man instead of help him. It was down in a little dark ravine, where 

"Along about noon I was sitting down there was a little spring that I was going 

'way up the side of a big hill, in some to to get a drink. I nearly lost that one, 

beech woods, eating my lunch, and with for it was a long shot and the bird ran some 

never a bird and my knuckles skinned from after he dropped; but the dog got him. 
hammering that guide. And I heard a tip- "By that time it was getting late in the 

tip-tip in the leaves, like a turkey runs afternoon and I was dead tired, having 

when he ain't scared, and when I looked hiked near twelve miles, I guessed. So I 

around there was a little black dog, a little just buckled up my pants tight, so they'd 

larger than a fox-terrier, and with a bushy stay up without help, and then I made a 

tail curled over his back like a Spitz has. lead out of my suspenders for my dog, and 

He stopped and looked at me, and I in- we put for town. 

vited him to come right up and take lunch " Gilder came in in a rig, in time for 

with me. He was a bit shy, but he was supper, and he had his five grouse. Well, 

shore hungry. Well, we had a nice time, he gave me the haw-haw all right and 

him and me, with the sandwiches and the wanted to have a look at the gun — said he 

pie; and when we got through and I set believed he was going to like it. But you 

there a taking my ease, blamed if he didn't can bet I didn't say anything about my dog, 

set, too, kind of waiting for me to get up which was in my room with a new collar 

and go on. and a chain on him fifteen minutes after 

"It didn't seem to me that that little dog I hit town. I didn't see anything more 

had any home, particular; and when I got of the guide, but I knew right off that Gil- 

up and picked up the gun, you'd ought to der had had news, for he didn't say a word 

seen him I Say, that little mut was a regular about the guide nor ask me where I hunted; 


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he left me pretty much to the other hunters 
and was out of the hotel most of the evening. 
And what do you think ? He was fixing it 
with the livery men so I couldn't hire a rig ! 

"I had the cook put me up my breakfast 
and my lunch that night, and some feed 
for the dog, and I was out in the hills the 
next morning before Gilder was out of bed, 
and by four o'clock I was back with seven 
grouse and only four misses to my discredit. 
I got all my birds that morning but one 
in the brush along the edge of a stubble- 
field. The odd one I got when I was just 
going to sit down on an old, moss-covered 
log to eat my lunch. There was a patch of 
berry briars at the other end of the log, and 
the dog went straight to it and hustled the 
old cock partridge out right when I was 
untying the lunch. Say, I dropped them 
sandwiches and grabbed up the gun so 
quick you couldn't have seen me do it, 
but T had to shoot into the brush to stop 
my bird. Why, most every shot I made I 
wasn't sure I hit till I found the bird, and 
me using smokeless shells, too. But wait. 

"That sly old fox of a Gilder shore had 
it framed up against me. Say, when I went 
into the kitchen to the cook for some meat 
for the dog that evening, she told me that 
same guide had gone with the Doctor in the 
morning, and she had to put up two lunches 
as well as feed for the dogs. She said that 
the Doctor had been swearing about one of 
the dogs getting lost — which I didn't under- 
stand, his pointers being so well trained. 

" Gilder came in with eight birds that 
day, and you may be sure I knew what I 
had to do to save my gun. I didn't say 
much about the shooting at supper, but 
tried to be as jolly as I could. And then, 
what should one of the other hunters do 
but ask me if I had seen anything of a little 
black dog! I answered that I had seen 
several, and wished to goodness some of 
them was some good. I said I believed I 
could get all the birds I could comfortably 
carry in a half hour in the morning if I 
only had a good dog. But, say, now who 
was it that was so anxious about that little 
dog? I had been careful to keep him out 
of sight and was confident that no one but 
the cook knew I had him. I had thought 
all along that I had merely picked up a 
stray, and I intended only to use him, and 

treat him well while I had him, and then 
leave him where I found him. But I now 
made up my mind I would be fortunate to 
do even that. 

"On Thursday morning I was in the 
woods before daylight, and I had the little 
dog with me, you can bet. And when I had 
bagged eight birds I hid them under some 
rocks and then I hunted up a road that ran 
south directly away from the grouse country 
and me and the dog hoofed it two miles 
down that sandy old road till we come to a 
house where it looked safe for me to leave 
the dog. I gave the woman a five-dollar 
bill and told her all I wanted was for her 
to keep the dog nights for me, and I would 
come for him early each morning the rest 
of the week. I said it was too far for him 
to walk to town — and it was. 

"Well, after that I had to hike those 
two miles out of my way to get the dog — 
I just had to, for I didn't dare have any one 
who came in touch with the hunters know 
I had the dog. And furthermore, I had to 
get through my hunting early and be mighty 
scarce about it. I figured I was walking 
about fifteen or sixteen miles a day, and 
I just simply couldn't shoot more than six 
or seven birds a day — it was too hard work 
going after the last ones when I had five or 
six in my pockets, and I daren't hide them, 
for I wouldn't been sure of finding them. 
You bet I wasn't wasting my strength 
thrashing through the rhododendron laurels 
and the thick brush, not me. My little dog 
taught me I could find pretty near all the 
grouse I wanted hunting a sunshiny break- 
fast close to cover by sticking to the cow- 
paths and the little openings and the edges 
of the stubble fields. It was some chilli- 
some mornings, even if it was Indian 
summer. Occasionally I had to go into 
the ravines for my last couple of birds, 
but I never did if I could "avoid it, because 
it was too strenuous work and the shooting 
much j too hard. My stunt was to sneak 
along quietly down some old wood road or 
cow-path, where the cover was near and 
dense — not evergreen thickets, as I thought 
before I hunted any — and let the little dog 
do the rustling. There was one big patch 
of grapevine, on the edge of a little low, 
marshy place made by a little spring that 
seeped up somewhere, that I got nine 



grouse altogether, at different times. And I 
found that the birds didn't fly more than 
a hundred or two hundred yards when they 
were not hit, or had not been shot at because 
of their rising where they were not seen by 
me the first time. I different times followed 
a bird that had flushed wild, and by getting 
the little dog to chase up and down good and 
plenty, I got it up again, and I usually 
got my bird. But you mustn't be too 
quick, and at the same time you got to be 
as quick as you can. Isn't it funny? You 
undershoot if you pull too quick, and if 
you wait too long they're in the brush. 
They fly pretty much in a straight line after 
they get up, though, and I could generally 
tell about where to go to look for a bird 
that flush I wild. I also found that when 
I had put up one bird and shot it, it paid 
me to work the same ground over for more. 
I put up as many as three birds from a 
place within a circuit of a hundred yards, 
and each one waited for the dog to jump 
it. I tell you I got so I shore enjoyed 
myself. But I was all the time scared the 
Doctor would happen on my hunting 
territory before the week was up; and, shore 
enough, he did. And that's not all. 

"I had got my eight birds Thursday and 
Friday, and, of course, Gilder got all he 
needed — with the help of the guide whose 
face I punched. Well, it come Saturday 
morning and I had about used up my 
territory; it shore had been good hunting 
where I'd been working. It was about ten 
o'clock in the morning and I had got only 
four birds, every one of 'em hit right in the 
middle, you can bet. But I was feeling kind 
of careless, because, you see, that made 
me a total of thirty, and with my handicap 
of six, it was impossible for the Doctor to 
do more than tie me. And I'd just as lieve 
let it gone that way, for I'd had a good time 
and I knew the Doctor was shore a hard 
loser. But I was certainly sorry I had to 
mutilate them nice grouse to be positive 
about 'em. I was sitting down, just soaking 
up the sunshine and wishing I didn't never 
have to go back home, and the little dog 
was sitting by me, looking off across the 
valley, just as wise and as contemplative 
as your grandfather, when out of the bushes 
walked my friend the guide. He stopped 
dead still when he saw me, but the Doctor 

was following him close and bumped into 
him. When they saw there was no help for 
it, they come on out and said, 'Hello.' 
Then they saw the little dog, and you can 
eat me for an oyster if that little purp didn't 
get up and trot over to them wagging his 
little fool tail and talking as if he was glad 
to see them. He jumped up and licked the 
guide's hand and was real playful. I begun 
to feel like I was caught with the goods. 

"'Where'd you get that dog?' demanded 
the guide. 

"'I didn't get him,' said I, 'he come to 

'"He's my dog and I ain't seen him for 
a week,' he said. 

'"I don't suppose you could see much,' 
I answered him, 'with that black eye I gave 
you. You'd ought to keep out of trouble 
and keep your eye on your property.' 

"Then the Doctor chipped in. He 
always did hate me, I guess, but he had 
chosen to take it out on me in a different 
way. He started right in to blackguard me, 
and I believe he would have called me a 
thief if I hadn't got on my feet and took my 
coat off. I did some talking, myself, then. 
And since I believed him capable of having 
done it, I told the guide that he had stole the 
dog, and that I'd hired him from the dog's 
rightful owner, and for him to shut his jaw 
and keep his hands off him or I'd give him 
some more medicine for what ailed him. 
They shut up then, and I called the dog 
over to me and put the chain on him. I 
didn't know just what to do with him, but 
I wasn't going to be bluffed by that guide. 

"Then Gilder got a great inspiration. 
I guess he thought he had me in a corner, 
for he hauled five grouse out of his pockets 
and said, if I didn't mind, he'd close up our 
business, his and mine, as he didn't care 
to have any more dealings with me. But 
I had my mind made up then to get all there 
was coming to A No. i. So I told him, as 
polite as I could, that I had all the rest 
of the day before I need talk business. I 
said an agreement was an agreement, and 
I held him to the one he had made. I told 
him I had a total of thirty birds, and that 
I was going to get another before the day 
was over and I'd take one of his pointers 
home with me, thank you. 

"He was hot. 



"And right then, what do you think? 
Up got an old cock grouse with a roar and a 
cackle right from under the nose of one of 
Gilder's pointers, which had been nosing 
around, and, say, you can bet I shot quick. 
That bird come down as quick as he got up. 
And what do you think? He'd shot, too, 
the Doctor had. 

"'That's my bird,' said he; 'you was 
late and you shot low.' 

"That was where I had him fast. I 
knew I had killed the bird, for the shot was 
most favorable for me, while Gilder had to 
turn half way around to even catch a sight 
of the bird. 

"'Oh, is that so?' said I. 'Then I'll 
have to complain of you to the game warden. 
You've already shot your five birds to-day, 
which gives you thirty-six, if yore own tally 
is right. If you shot that bird it's going to 
cost you, let's see, sixty dollars for the 
misdemeanor, twenty-five for the bird — 
that's the law — besides the costs. You shot 
him, now, didn't you?' said I. And then, 
what do you think ? The old fool got 
rattled and said he was only fooling and he 
had shot without even taking aim, to hustle 
the bird along. Why, he didn't have any 
nerve at all when I called his bluff. 

"I didn't say anything more, but went 
and picked up the bird, and then, with the 
little dog still on the chain, I pulled out and 
left them. I went straight to the house of 
the woman on the South road, where I had 
boarded the dog. And say, what do you 
think ? I said to her, 'I don't own this dog. 
He just come to me while I was hunting. 

I want you to keep him and I'lUadvei tise 
for his owner. But you must be careful 
that his rightful owner gets him.' 

"'You needn't to mind,' said the woman. 
' That dog belongs to us as much as to any- 
body. We raised him and it was my son 
trained him. But since Henry went away to 
work in Binghamton he has got to going 
around and living most anywheres. He 
won't stay home in gunning season and 
lives with hunters mostly. I thought you 
knew it, and the money was for me to keep 
him home for you, so's you'd have him 
every day. Why, pshaw! since you been so 
liberal, you just take him along home and 
keep him. He's yours, if you'll give him a 
good home.' " 

Bradley arose and unbarred the back 
door of the store. When the door was 
opened two dogs bounded in from the outer 
darkness and frisked joyously around him 
with noisy barks. One was a little black 
dog with a bushy tail that curved over his 
back like the tail of a Spitz; the other was 
a fine, well-muscled, long-eared, big-nosed 
liver -and-white pointer. 

"That's him," said Bradley, proudly. 
"The best little partridge dog in the State 
of New Jersey, ain't you, Jerry? And this 
is Doc" — mauling the delighted pointer — 
"and he likes me better than he ever liked 
that old fossil of a Gilder, don't you, boy? 
Hey I you rascals, will we show this fellow 
from Ioway how to hunt partridges ? Hey ! 
Bet yore life, boys, and soon now, soon. 
Only five more breakfasts, and then — ! 
Hey! you rascals, want yore supper?" 


Shooting Deer in Wisconsin — A Plea for the 



HAD never shot deer 
in Wisconsin, and the 
guide, with nature's gift 
of poesy, had been 
painting a picture, 
beautiful, irrefragable, 
for the coming winter. 
The wind whistled 
plaintively, threatening 
to unroof the abandon- 
ed shack that gave us 
covert; the lake pitched 
and tossed, bidding de- 
fiance to the downpour without, while we, 
the guide and I, talked of deer -hunting and 
resignedly inspected two pickerel and a 
half-dozen pike — the result of the after- 
noon's trolling. 

"Over three thousand last season," he 
exclaimed, reverting to his discourse on 

"Men, or deer?" I ventured. 
"Well, mostly deer — yet, some men." 
The reply, taciturnly made, was com- 
forting, if not reassuring, and suggested 
that the aim of the hunter, I will not say 
sportsman, is not always deadly. 

Following the close of the open season 
on deer in the States in the North and East 
where deer are shot, the daily papers yearly 
chronicle the fatalities, and the summary 
is appalling. Men, many of whom might 
own to a knowledge of woodcraft, wantonly 
shoot fellow-hunters for deer. These casual- 
ties, sometimes reaching half a hundred in 
a single season, are of yearly recurrence. 
When the poor marksmanship of such men 
is considered, it is shocking to contemplate 
what might have been had the eye and 
the finger worked in unison. 

Text writers upon criminal law say that 
where one, by his negligence, causes or 
contributes to the death of another, 
he is guilty of manslaughter. Negligence 

which will render unintentional homicide 
criminal may be described as such care- 
lessness, or recklessness, as is incompatible 
with a proper regard for human life. Does 
it not seem reasonable, then, that a case 
of manslaughter might be made out against 
the person who recklessly fires at every 
moving object, knowing, too, that at such 
season the hunters outnumber the deer 
five to one? 

Why, then, is it not a crime to take 
human life in the woods of Maine or 
Michigan or Wisconsin? Conviction is 
the best antidote for crime. Far be it from 
my purpose to scold; but, in passing, I 
cannot stifle the suggestion that while pro- 
tecting the game we might throw the mantle 
of compassion around the sportsman. 

I wrote the Game Warden of Wisconsin 
for instances of conviction. He was unable 
to give any. My letter to the Game Warden 
of Maine is, thus far, unanswered. My 
inquiry of the Warden of Michigan de- 
veloped the good news that at least one 
State is considerate of our fellow-beings, 
and I take pleasure in quoting from the 
letter of State Warden Charles H. Chap- 
man, as follows: 

"Replying to your inquiry as to the num- 
ber of people shot in Michigan and which 
resulted fatally, will say that I know of but 
three fatalities in Michigan during the past 
year. Two of the cases were not prosecuted 
under this statute (Act 121 of P. A. 1903), 
being purely accidental, while one of the 
cases occurred in this county, a Finlander 
killing one of the residents of the county, 
mistaking him for a bear while he was 
walking along the railroad track just at 

"The Finlander was prosecuted under 
this statute and convicted. There were 
circumstances surrounding this case which 
made it very aggravated. As soon as the 



Finlander discovered that he had shot a 
person instead of a bear, and before death 
ensued, he left the man lying on the railroad 
track expecting the train would come along 
and mangle the body so that he would be 
relieved of all responsibility in the shooting. 
He then disappeared in the woods for a 
number of days, and I presume that that 
was what contributed very largely to the 

" Since the enactment of this law the num- 
ber of fatalities in Michigan has annually 
decreased. Whether or not it is due to the 
fact that such a law exists I am unable to 
say. However, we have given the law the 
credit in the absence of any other proof. 
I know of no case under this law having 
reached the Supreme Court of this State; 
therefore, I am unable to give you any 
further information touching this law." 

The necessity of adequate laws, or the 
better enforcement of existing laws, was 
forcibly brought to my mind a few years 
ago. During the open season a sportsman 
was crossing a lake of the Eagle Chain, in 
Wisconsin. He was alone, his boat rode 
high in the water, and the dip of his oar 
could be seen for miles as the spray glistened 
in the sunlight. Suddenly a rifle cracked 
and the water splashed near the lone boat- 
man. An interval of a half minute — another 
report — and the lead crashed through the 
bow of the boat. 

The oarsman had by this time located 
the man on shore, and bringing his own 
rifle to his shoulder, he soon silenced him. 
Had the boatman been killed would it have 
been manslaughter? Yes, and more — 
murder — if not in legal contemplation, cer- 
tainly in the minds of the just. 

My thoughts inadvertently recurred to 
these conditions, following the guide's sug- 
gestion, but I, nevertheless, made my plans 
for a week's hunt during the November to 
follow. While civilization has been making 
inroads upon the Northwest country, fol- 
lowing closely in the wake of the woodman's 
axe, Forest County, Wisconsin, has been 
favored or not, just as you are pleased to 
designate the omission. The official census 
gives it some thirteen hundred souls, but 
one might believe the taker thereof had to 
ride in a circle to find them. 

It was on the second day of the open sea- 

son that I found myself one of a party of 
six that left Big Lake, of the Eagle Chain, 
where we had spent the previous night in 
arranging our , equipment. A two-horse 
wagon in which had been packed three 
tents — one for cooking, one for storage and 
one for sleeping — together with a plenteous 
supply of bacon, beans, potatoes and flour, 
constituted our outfit. Our destination was 
the sparsely settled section of Forest 
County, twenty miles distant. The supplies 
left little room for passengers, and shoulder- 
ing our rifles, we preceded the wagon on 
foot. Making an early start, we traveled 
in a northeasterly direction, and soon 
reached the old military road, a prehistoric 
relic of Wisconsin's frontier days and 
known to every sportsman who has hunted 
the section it traverses. 

Leaving the military road some three 
miles from our starting point, we turned 
into the tote road, which led to our camping 
place, the Pine River section. After an 
hour of travel, which was impeded by 
fallen trees and other obstructions, we dis- 
covered the first sign of game — the track 
of a wounded deer. While the party con- 
tinued on its way, Emile Kloes, the guide, 
and I took up the trail. We followed it 
through a grove of hardwood, then over a 
slashing country covered with windfalls 
and young brush, which had but recently 
been swept by forest fires. 

"It looks like a hopeless chase," discon- 
solately observed Kloes, after a mile of 

"The game is only slightly wounded, and 
that in the fore part of the body, since the 
blood is thrown to one side, instead of 
back," he again vouchsafed. 

A closer inspection confirmed this opinion 
and, furthermore, that the shot had pene- 
trated the upper part of the body, as indi- 
cated by the height of blood on the bushes. 
The deer was apparently not hurt in a vital 
part, for we only found the blood at inter- 
vals and its tracks suggested that none of 
its bones had been broken. 

" Suppose we give it up," the guide finally 
suggested, but I, somewhat impatient for 
the first deer of the hunt, did not wish to 
abandon it. After another half mile, how- 
ever, the trail became so faint that we gave 
it up and retraced our steps. 



It was nearly noon when we overtook 
the party, to find the men busy with axes 
clearing the roadway, a recent wind storm 
having played havoc with what, at best, 
was little more than a trail. Our journey 
continued without adventure, save for the 
too frequent chopping of trees. The sun 
was just resting its rim upon the hardwoods 
to the west, when we pitched our tents 
beside a pool of water which, out of defer- 
ence to Wisconsin, we denominated a 

While the bacon was frying and the 
grouse broiling, it fell to Emile and me to 
pick out the hunting-ground, which we 
located in a northwesterly direction from 
camp. We first passed through a rather 
open country, then a half mile of hard- 

wood, with a big marsh intervening and a 
dense forest of virgin timber beyond. 

In the exuberance of my thoughts, when 
we started out the next morning, I neglected 
to condole with a sore body, and before 
we had reached the place of prospective 
action I had forgotten my long tramp of 
the day previous. We took the ridges and 
open places, the guide and I, while the 
others still-hunted and drove the ravines. 
This we continued until 10 o'clock, and 
without the slightest sign of game. Our 
party met at a point previously designated, 
and all had an equally discouraging report 
to make. So we decided upon a change 
and took a northeasterly direction. The 
country was unknown to us, even to the 
guide, who had previously explained that 

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"we must now go by God and by guess." 
We had proceeded but a short distance 
when we heard three shots in rapid suc- 
cession. They were fired by one of our 
party, but having found many tracks, we 
had quite enough to occupy our attention. 
We lost them as suddenly as we had come 
upon them, however, and having failed to 
provide lunch, we started for camp, taking 
a circuitous route. 

Observing a small lake in the distance 
we walked toward it, when a half dozen 
grouse broke cover and scattered in the 
trees beyond. We had established a rule 
that small game might be shot when 
returning to camp, so we soon contributed 
a couple to our empty bag. Seeing a third 
alight in a lone tree on the edge of a wind- 
fall, I went after it. While cautiously 
skirting the tangled trees, I heard a dead 
bush crack behind me. Thinking it Emile, 
I did not turn until I heard the report of 
his rifle, and then just in time to see a 
"flag" disappear in the underbrush. 

The shot was a chance one, the deer 
being on a line with me, and the guide 
could not shoot until it was well out of 
harm's way. The shot had been effective, 
for we found blood and followed the trail 
for some distance. Failing to find our game 
we returned to camp for lunch. Conspicu- 
ously displayed was the first deer of the 
hunt, a 115-pound buck. The three shots 
we had heard earlier in the morning had 
been well directed. 

Lunch over, we hastened to take up the 
hunt of the guide's wounded deer. We had 
little difficulty in finding the point at 
which we had abandoned it a few hours 
before, for we had blazed a trail, broken 
bushes and put stones on stumps, until 
the way was as well defined as a populated 
thoroughfare. We followed the trail with- 
out a sight of our game until darkness 
overtook us, and then reluctantly turned 
toward camp, but with the firm resolve to 
see the end on the morrow. 

Prepared to remain out all day, we early 
resumed the search next morning. The 
guide occasionally found something to en- 
courage us, or rather him, for I fear my 
obtuseness was at times too glaring. These 
stimulating discoveries seemed to come at 
intervals of a half hour each. My credulity 

was being taxed, when the trail turned 
from the ridge to a swamp below. Emile 
suggested that I remain on the ridge while 
he followed the trail to the swamp. I 
gratefully welcomed the hint, for I am 
free to confess that my soft muscles had 
been sorely tried by those of the superior 
conditioned guide. A convenient log proved 
a solace to my aching limbs. 

Patiently I sat on the log and watched 
and waited. Then I thought of the one 
companion that gives comfort at such times, 
a French briar — darkened by usage and 
rich with the aroma of long service — and 
half filled it, only to remember that its 
fragrance might reach a passing deer, and 
then regretfully prorogued the pleasure. 

The seconds dragged into minutes; the 
minutes seemed interminable. Autumn had 
come and gone, the leaves had lost their 
luster, withered and died; the green pines 
swayed dismally, making more enunciatory 
the cheerless prospect. A chipmunk, efferves- 
cent, radiant in coloring and good humor, 
pityingly eyed me from the eminence of a 
near-by stump. Descending, it danced 
nearer, then back again. I caught the 
spirit of its effulgence and was lifted from 
the passive to the sublime; I was carried 
back to my boyhood days and could hear 
the pat of Uncle Bob's foot, while the 
call of the prompter came resonantly to 
my ears. 

A bush cracked, down the hillside — the 
past was left to oblivion, and I anxiously 
fingered the trigger of my rifle. There was 
a gradual grade from the ridge to the 
swamp, two hundred yards away. My 
position gave me a commanding view, and, 
running my eyes along the slope, I was 
ready to discredit my sense of hearing, when 
a buck stepped into the open. 

Unconscious of impending peril, grace- 
ful, lithe and agile, he neared my place of 
vantage. Nearer and nearer he came, each 
step augmenting, if possible, the throb 
within me. The deer was now nearly 
opposite, and not thirty yards down the 
slope. He paused momentarily, lifting his 
head, and as he gracefully tossed its four 
prongs back, I knew he had scented 

My finger pressed the trigger, the leaden 
missile penetrated just back of the jaw, 



nearly cutting the buck's throat. He went 
down backward, all in a heap. Then I 
went with my hunting knife to finish that 
which the bullet had so nearly done, and 
it was with regret that I drew the blade 
across my victim's throat. 

Now that my craving was humored, I 
likened myself unto the craven who shoots 
from ambush, to later lament his lack of 
courage. I wished that I might give back 
the life I had taken — not to nurture exist- 
ence, but to shoot for sport's sake. The 
sound of the shot had reached Emile, who 
soon joined me, and after "drawing" the 
deer, we bound its legs with strips of bark 
from a near-by mosswood, and started for 

The guide had guessed the weight of my 
deer at two hundred, but after as many 
yards through the underbrush, we con- 
cluded that we would be justified in adding 
another fifty. We, therefore, left it suspended 
from a limb, blazed a trail and went for 
the necessary assistance from camp. 

In the excitement of our success, we over- 
looked the wounded deer, but later consoled 
ourselves with the thought that it would 
survive the shot, for it had successfully 
eluded us for nearly twenty-four hours. 

The morning of the fourth day found us 
in a new country, in a northeasterly direc- 
tion from the camp. We were in a veritable 
nest of hunters. All had deer, and while 
game was seemingly plentiful, we concluded, 
perhaps wisely, to return to our old territory. 

William, one of our party, was raised in 
a place where the streets have names, the 
houses numbers, and the intersections 
policemen, who, if approached with due 
deference, will condescendingly direct the 
lost to the proper trail. William's experi- 
ence as a sportsman had been confined to 
hunting deer with a camera in Lincoln 
Park, and it was only natural that he 
should be anxious to find a wild one. 

The fourth day might have passed with- 
out adventure had it not fallen to William's 
lot to be water carrier, an office to which 
he had been duly elected each evening with 
solemnity and without pronounced opposi- 
tion. William's rifle always accompanied 
him to the spring, not as a matter of pro- 
tection, but as a precaution in case of a 
chance shot, as he confided. 

What was afterward described as a 250 
pound buck preceded William to the 
spring. William opened fire and the deer 
retreated, with William in pursuit. 

The shadows of darkness gathered about 
camp, but the fire blazed not for William. 
The embers of the camp-fire burned low, 
the pipes had been smoked, and we were 
being lulled to sleep by the quiet without. A 
rifle shot, followed a minute later by two 
in succession — a signal, perhaps, from 
William, but a signal from some one, lost. 
Hardly had we reached the dark outside 
the circle of light from our fire before it was 
repeated. We waited and listened, and 
when the signal again sounded it seemed 
but a few hundred yards away. 

We crept cautiously in the direction of 
the shots, the signals meanwhile being 
repeated at intervals of five minutes. We 
shortly reached a half-grown pine that 
stood separate and apart from the timber 
surrounding it, and there was William, 
perched on a limb, alternately burning 
ammunition, and glancing behind him to 
see that a passing bear did not add to his 
discomfort. His chase of the wounded 
buck was not given the credence he seemed 
to think it deserved, and he did not urge 
its acceptance when he found that he was 
lost on the ground from which he had 
gathered firewood the same afternoon. 

A pair of discarded trousers, stuffed for 
the occasion, bore unmistakable evidence 
of the accuracy of William's aim. 

I have learned that William has since 
surrendered the role of tenderfoot for that of 
guide. It is said that experience is the best 
teacher, though the tuition is sometimes 
large — but here is hoping that William's 
flock will never venture forth without a 

It may be one of the frailties of human 
nature to love home, though the domicile 
be temporary and but a bit of canvas 
spread in the wilderness. Our camp had 
become a home to us, and it was with many 
a regret that we loaded our equipment 
into the wagon on the seventh day, and 
turned cityward. 

Every man of the party had a deer to 
his credit, save William, but he was rich in 
the thought of having exceeded the legal 
limit — had he only recovered his game. 


Its Past, Present and Future — Why It Cannot Survive 


Editor Kimball (South Dakota) Graphic 

T a South Dakota rancher's 
early morning breakfast table 
one beautiful August day in 
the middle eighties I sat 
opposite a most charming 
young woman and with ad- 
admiring side-glances noted 
the gusto with which she 
made way with a skilfully 
broiled young prairie chicken. 
It did not take me long to 
reach the conclusion that any girl of city 
breeding who could arise with the sun and 
eat a breakfast that would make a harvest 
hand think he had acute dyspepsia would 
make a wife that would — in the vernacular 
of the day — do to "tie to." And many 
chickens of the kind have since then been 
jointly discussed across the dining table by 
the same lady and "yours truly." 

It is not strange, then, that the thought 
comes over me in my musings, that the 
game bird which indirectly brought me a 
charming wife is doomed to extinction in 
the very land where so much contributes to 
its happiness and, under reasonable con- 
ditions, a long life ? For be it known, no land 
between the rising and the setting sun on this 
continent is so well adapted to the prop- 
agation of the pinnated grouse as the 
sparsely settied prairies of Nebraska and 
the two Dakotas. But man is much the 
same wherever you find him — selfish to a 
degree. He recks not of the morrow, but 
kills, kills, kills, and with a reckless 
abandon when game crosses his path that 
passeth understanding. It is natural to be- 
lieve that the commercial instinct of the 
average American would give him pause 
when the market shooter seeks a profit from 
the traffic in game birds, for no other class 
would receive greater financial benefit from 
a rigid protection of the pinnated grouse. 
One consignment of game from Nebraska 

received in Chicago a few years since con- 
tained eighteen barrels of prairie chickens — 
from a locality where they were and are 
now comparatively scarce. A rough esti- 
mate of the number of these birds killed in 
Nebraska that year was placed at 5,000,000, 
of which all but 1,000,000 were for shipment 
out of the State. The frightful slaughter of 
the birds in this State, Kansas and the 
Dakotas during the past five years has told 
with awful effect upon the supply; and to- 
day localities which but three years ago gave 
the finest of sport are almost barren of even 
one day's fair shooting in the very beginning 
of the season. 

No finer game bird flies the American 
continent than the pinnated grouse, and it 
is the wonder of all true sportsmen every- 
where that the great West, so generous in 
its temperament, so indifferent to the dollar, 
should countenance the destruction of 
practically the only game bird which the 
West can really calls its own. And yet it is 
this generosity, this indifference, which is 
loth to take action against those responsible 
for the certain but sure extinction of the 
prairie chicken, that is slowly, but none the 
less surely, driving the prairie chickens to 
final extinction. The violations of the some- 
what liberal game laws are winked at when 
committed by a neighbor, and the stranger 
is given the freedom of the prairies and the 
utmost courtesy to do as he likes. He may 
not only shoot all the birds that he and his 
companions and their hosts can possibly 
consume, but backs are turned when he 
packs for shipment what he cares to trans- 
port to his friends at home. If he meets 
with poor success, the local market shooter 
and his perfectly trained dogs can be had 
at a moment's notice to add to his supply. 
After his departure, and the local hunters 
have picked off from each covey a reason- 
ably satisfying number of birds and the 



fever has worn off to a great extent, the 
market shooter who knows the haunts and 
habits of practically every covey for miles 
around goes at his cursed work and exter- 
minates the remainder. The few old 
cocks left and a badly frightened hen or 
two get together along about Christmas- 
time and take an account of stock. They 
find it bad enough at the best, and when the 
heavy rains of late May and early June 
drown the few broods which the survivors 
of the year before have by much patience 
and diligence brought into the glad sunlight 
of spring, the parent birds, with a per- 
sistence that deserves the admiration of the 
most stolid, try once more to raise their 
little families around the edges of the fast- 
growing fields of wheat. If successful in 
this last maternal duty, the broods are but half 
grown in late August, and it is then that the 
farmer lad or the " hired man" invariably 
rides with a loaded shotgun on his mower 
or binder with which to provide the break- 
fast table with a toothsome fry. 

This is responsible for the rapid extinction 
of the prairie chicken. Market shooters 
there are, to be sure, any number of them, 
but as but few of this class go after the birds 
until the open season begins, even the most 
persistent hunting would not have the same 
effect as the slaughter of the immature 

birds by those on whose lands they are 
hatched and who believe that they have a 
God -given right to them and the "public 
be damned." The merest tyro of a farm 
lad, armed with a four-dollar single breech- 
loader and no dog, can with a season or two 
of practice do more deadly work on several 
coveys of prairie chickens than a wagon- 
load of Gilberts, Crosbys and their kind, 
led by the best brace of setters or pointers 
that ever sniffed the morning ozone of a 
Western prairie, could ever do. He gets in 
his work at most any old time, while the 
man from town or distant parts dare do 
nothing else but wait until the law says he 
may shoot and at which time the birds are 
full grown, strong of wing and already 
familiar with the sound of a gun and the 
sight of man. 

The history of the pinnated grouse is a 
pathetic one. The destruction of the birds 
and the extinction of the buffalo are not 
analogous by any means. The American 
bison and man never were made to occupy 
the same territory; and as the rich, grass- 
covered prairies that were once the feeding 
grounds of the buffalo have since proven to 
be the most productive wheat and corn 
lands on earth, it was but natural that 
sooner or later the buffalo would have to 
go. Not so with the prairie chicken. He 

By Roy B. Hindmarsh, Lincoln, Neb. 





loves civilization. The true pinnated grouse 
is never found except where man has broken 
the sod, sown the wheat and dotted the 
prairies with groves of trees. From far 
away Long Island, across the Jersey pines, 
through Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, 
Tennessee, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, 
Iowa and across the Missouri into Kansas, 
Nebraska and the Dakotas has this beauti- 
ful bird followed the toiling and hardy 
pioneer. "Whither thou goest, I will go; . .. 
thy people shall be my people." With the ex- 
ception of the few migratory and uncertain 
flocks of wildfowl which each fall sped 
across the country or tarried awhile for a rest 
and the few seeds floating on the lakes and 
sloughs of the pioneer's home, the prairie 
chicken was the sole reminder of the many 
varieties of game birds that he knew and 
loved in his early Eastern home. The 
" booming" of the male birds on a bright 
spring morning in early April was the first 
welcome- sound of spring, the sure fore- 
runner of those days when the plowman 
goes afield, and the young broods to fly 
before the yellow-haired scion, astride a 
horse at sunset, rounding up the scattered 
cows and yearlings, the most home-like 
feature the urchin knew of the land so 
strange and different from that his infancy 

It was half a century since the last 
survivors of the pinnated grouse in Long 
Island and northern New Jersey met the 
fate that since has come to their descendants 
in the States of the Middle West. Thirty 
years ago the prime of the shooting and 
pursuit of them was in western Iowa. 
Fifteen years later it drifted to Kansas, 
Nebraska and the Dakotas. At the present 
time good hunting of prairie chickens is 
confined to a limited district in Nebraska 
and parts of the Dakotas. 

What is a correct definition of "good 
hunting" on prairie chickens? If an old 
hand at the business may be permitted to 
give it he will put it at, say, fifty birds per 
gun. Anyhow, there was a time when 
nothing less than that would satisfy him. 
Capt. A. H. Bogardus tells in his book, 
"Field, Cover and Trap Shooting," that he 
and Miles Johnson, on a ten days' hunt in 
McLean County, 111., in 1872, killed 600 
prairie chickens, shooting but mornings and 

evenings. This was but thirty birds per 
gun per day; and, while nothing less than 
wicked slaughter, so plentiful were the birds 
in Illinois and Iowa at that time that their 
extermination seemed impossible. In later 
years, between 1870 and 1880, thirty to 
fifty^birds per gun was a common occurrence 
any time between August 15 and September 
1 in northern and western Iowa. That any 
have survived in that State seems incredible, 
yet so hardy are the grouse family that 
large flocks of prairie chickens are seen 
frequently during the winter in the immense 
corn fields of southwestern Iowa, though a 
fair day's sport on them during the open 
season is unknown. A few years since, 
when the hunting of prairie chickens in 
South Dakota was at its best, a market 
hunter and his son got after a large pack 
of a hundred or more prairie chickens in 
late November. To the uninitiated, it is well 
enough to explain that the birds begin to 
assemble in large coveys about the middle 
of October, if much hunted and scattered 
a week or two earlier. In localities where 
the birds are really scarce the number which 
will gather into what Westerners term a 
"pack" is really remarkable, every grouse 
in the country seemingly having joined his 
fellows. The two hunters referred to chased 
the pack for miles with a pair of fleet bron- 
chos and a light wagon, flushing them three 
times before the birds would lie to the dogs. 
They eventually got them down in some tall 
prairie grass and well scattered. When they 
counted the dead birds they had sixty-five. 
It is unnecessary to state that both men 
were dead shots, but, altogether, it was the 
most remarkable, [and at the same time 
most merciless, slaughter of the beautiful 
pride of the prairies that has ever come to 
the writer's notice. It is mentioned here to 
partly illustrate what the prairie chicken 
has had to contend with and to show what 
royal sport the pastime of hunting them 
affords under the best of conditions. 

The prairie chicken has no show for his 
life, compared with his cousins, the ruffed 
grouse, the sharptail and the sage hen; and 
in comparison the quail, woodcock, snipe 
and their kindred of the woods and swamps 
are almost immune. The prairie chicken 
builds its nest, from choice, within call of the 
settler's home, in some grassy edge rank 


with weeds bordering a grain field, beside been placed on the statute books after the 
a pond that the settler has made by an game the laws sought to conserve was 
artificial dam, or, failing in this, on a sunny diminished to a point where an increase 
slope in the heart of a broad prairie. From was hopeless. The man and the gun are 
the time the young birds leave the nest in not the only enemies of the game birds. A 
May or June they are without concealment large per cent, meet the fate that comes to 
or hiding places save that which the grasses all wild life where one preys upon another, 
of their prairie home give them. Fre- The Western States of Nebraska, Kansas, 
quently — more often than not — the grass is the Dakotas, Minnesota, Colorado and 
not of sufficient height to cover the half- Nevada should join in a movement to make 
grown birds standing erect, and they are the open season the same in each State and 
plainly visible objects to the man afield, or limit the pursuit of the birds to the single 
by a roadside to the occupants of a passing month of September. As matters now stand, 
vehicle. Later, if the birds escape the rain of the open season varies from State to State, 
leaden hail through September, the neigh- from September i to October 15 in some 
boring corn fields may give them shelter States, to September 1 to January 1 in others, 
from the pursuit, but against a good pair of It is likely that South Dakota will take the 
well-trained dogs, a pair of stout legs and a initiative the coming winter in limiting the 
well-aimed gun, there can only be one season to September, and with it frame a 
ending. The prairie chicken has but one law prohibiting all hunting on the Sabbath 
recourse — thatis, to leave the country. Other- Day. This latter proposition will, if en- 
wise he is sooner or later to meet his fate, acted into a law, do more for the protection 
The ease with which a certain section — say of the prairie chickens than any one feature 
a township of thirty-six square miles — can of a game law that can be placed on the 
be cleaned up of prairie chickens in two statute books. 

weeks can only be realized by those who The people of the Western prairies 
have been on the ground and seen it done, should realize that all game laws are not in 
A similar territory in extent in Tennessee the interest of the few — as some would have 
Ohio, North Carolina, Arkansas or Mis- them believe — but in the interest of the 
souri, well stocked with ruffed grouse or quail, many, of which they constitute the major 
would stand up under seasons of hard part. The prairie chickens should be pro- 
shooting with no preceptible diminution of tected with reasonable assurance of main- 
the supply. The wonder of it is that the taining the supply if for no other reason 
prairie chicken has lasted as long as it has. than the food they furnish to the farmer, to 
Were it not one of the hardiest game birds the stockman and to the rancher. With this, 
that flies it would have been extinct so many the pursuit of them furnishes the youth of 
years ago that what is here written would be the prairie homes about the only recreation 
history long past and forgotten of sportsmen, with dog and gun that the country affords. 
It is sorrow to think it; it is positive The rich and well-to-do can either stock 
grief to write it, but I can see no hope for private game preserves or journey afar off 
the prairie chicken. Under the best game to distant lands where game is plentiful, 
laws that can be devised and under the To this latter class the going or coming of 
most rigid enforcement that any community the prairie chicken is of small moment, for 
or State could enact and provide, the life of the whole world is theirs in the pursuit of 
the birds is bound to be a precarious one pleasure. Notwithstanding this, and the 
in the face of the rapid settlement of the further fact that the prairie chicken is the 
lands where it is making its final stand, best friend in bird life that the farmer has, 
But the end may be long postponed if those destroying, as it does, myriads of bugs and 
where the birds are now found in the greatest grasshoppers and never molesting standing 
numbers can be made to see the benefit of grain, nine-tenths of the opposition to 
protecting them and forced by public senti- effective game laws in every legislative 
ment into enacting more effective laws. It assembly comes from the farmer members, 
is the history of every State in the Union There is a feeling among this class of men 
that really efficient game laws have only that game protection is in the sole interest 



of the city sportsmen, notwithstanding that 
the laws of most States have stringent 
trespass laws which give to the farmer 
absolute control of his lands where the 
prairie chickens breed and make their 
home. The city sportsmen are perfectly 
willing that it should be so, resting in the 
belief that there will always be enough 
birds to get over the line to give reasonable 
sport. The "posting" of farms, too, is 
approved also by the better class of sports- 
men. It is a protection to the birds and a 
restraint on vandalism. That is to say, it 
is a protection to the birds if the farmer 
will let them alone until September 1, and 
see that his hired help and his son do like- 
wise. There is a feeling among farmers 
that any law which conserves the game is 
but the saving of them for the hunters from 
the towns and cities. They come on to 
their lands on the opening day and let their 
dogs run riot, not only cleaning up whole 
coveys, but doing more or less damage to 
grain and fences. The provocation is strong, 
then, to get out a little in advance and get 
a few messes before the shooting opens in 

There is only one remedy for this, and 
that is the appointment of effective game 
wardens from the farming community. In 
some of the Western States — notably the 
Dakotas — there is no State game warden or 
game commission and but a few county 
wardens appointed by the Governor, none 
of whom receive a dollar of compensation. 
The impossibility of a single county game 
warden watching from 500 to 1,000 square 
miles of territory and boarding himself is 
at once apparent. And yet, when you talk 
about establishing a corps of game wardens 
in the new Northwest, who will have super- 
vision over the wild game breeding upon 
the lands of the farmers and ranches, there 
is trouble at once. I have in mind now a 
county political convention of the erstwhile 
Populist spasm in which the only resolution 

introduced was one condemning the pro- 
posed enactment of a law appointing game 
wardens. These be whiskered statesmen 
looked upon it as a plutocratic move pure 
and simple. 

When I came into the country of which 
this is written it was primarily for the 
purpose of passing long days with the 
prairie chickens. But I landed a little in 
advance of them and found that one of the 
best Llewell in setters the late John Davison, 
of bench show fame, ever bred and raised 
could not earn his board. So I was forced 
to wait their coming, which they did in 
after years in the greatest abundance, and I 
am now sadly noting their gradual de- 
parture. But it is something in any sports- 
man's life to have been in at the birth and 
the death of so noble a game bird. 

No bird ever lent greater charm to its 
surroundings than the pinnated grouse to 
the prairie. Without him it is no more the 
prairie, but a dismal waste. No bird has so 
thrilled the novice as the full-grown grouse 
roaring out of the grass almost at his feet, 
or caused the experienced sportsmen greater 
joy than watching a pair of blue-blood 
setters or pointers in pursuit of him on a 
cool September morning. And when the 
ducks have left the frozen slough, the sand- 
hill crane no longer dots the plain, and the 
"honk" of the goose has died away in the 
south, then the grouse is about the only 
companion left to the dweller of the prairie. 
Our children and our children's children 
may yet hear the mellow twitter of the 
woodcock's wing as he whirls upward 
through the somber shade, over the harvest 
field may hear the flute-like voice of little 
Bob White, and in the tangled brake hear 
the rushing wings of the ruffed grouse, but 
few shall see the pinnated grouse except as 
a rare specimen. For it is a bird that in- 
creases with the first stages of civilization, 
pauses with the second and disappears 
with the third. 


From the Utilitarian Standpoint 

(Copyright, 1906, by Charles A. Bramble) 

IV. — On Making Camp 

OTHING seems sim- 
pler, to a person who 
has never tried it, than 
the choosing of a camp- 
site, yet an astonishing 
A number of uncomfort- 
able camps are made by 
men until they have ac- 
quired considerable ex- 
perience. Often, when 
traveling on some wil- 
derness stream, or with 
a pack-train in the mountains, I have seen 
one of the men cast a longing eye at some 
spot as he passed, and then turn away to 
regretfully remark that it was a " bully 
good place to camp." Yet, to the unprac- 
ticed eye it would not seem particularly 
desirable, not more so ? perhaps, than a hun- 
dred other places seen during the morning's 
travel, but, had a halt been made, it would 
no doubt have proved an excellent ground. 
Men who have lived in the open air seem to 
know almost instinctively where a camp 
could be made with comfort. Unfortu- 
nately there is a time for traveling and a 
time for camping, and, although it is wise 
never to delay until the last minute if you 
can help it, many a site has to be passed 
early in the afternoon and an inferior one 
put up with later on. 

The easiest way to indicate a good camp- 
ing ground, perhaps, is to point out the 
drawbacks of a bad one. One of the worst 
camps I have ever made was on the Ottawa 
River between Mattawa and Lake Timis- 
kaming. This was before the railway had 
penetrated to that region. I had for guide 
a well-known hunter and trapper, Mac- 
Donald, alias "Jimmie, the Duck," and 
Jimmie was somewhat notorious for being 

careless of his comfort; he kept us paddling 
and portaging until it was almost dark, and 
then we had to pitch the tent upon a spit 
of shingle. There was no time to cut 
brush — it was late in October and twilight 
is very short in the latitude of upper 
Ottawa in that month — so we just spread 
a waterproof sheet on top of the cobble- 
stones and then rolled ourselves in our 

It was simply unbearable. We were 
dog tired, yet sleep was impossible. The 
tent had been very badly pitched, there was 
several degrees of frost, and the keen wind 
penetrated everywhere, while the stony 
couch made one's bones ache and rendered 
sound sleep impossible. The moral of this 
is: " Don't camp on a bed of shingles." 
I would also add: " Don't choose pure 
sand to camp on if you can help it, as it 
is very cold at night and very warm by 

Another requisite is a level spot. Twice 
in my life I have failed to find places to 
camp in that were sufficiently level to permit 
of reasonable comfort. Once, on the Tra- 
cadie River, in New Brunswick, we ran 
until long after dark, and ended by camping 
on a steep bank because w r e were too tired 
to carry all the duffle to the plateau above. 
On another occasion, in northern British 
Columbia, we left camp at eight o'clock in 
the evening to climb a mountain that rose 
3,000 feet above the valley, with the idea 
of seeing the sun rise on the Cassear Range. 
[The sun rose at 1.30 a.m.] We were 
far above tree line, at the foot of a small 
glacier, by 10 p. m., so we decided to have 
an hour's sleep and continue on to the 
summit in time to see the sun rise; but the 
ground was so steep that as soon as we 



began to nod we found ourselves slipping 
downward into the bed of a tiny stream 
that trickled from the glacier, so we had no 
difficulty in making up our minds to start 
for the summit considerably earlier than 
we had anticipated. Although neither of 
us enjoyed the experience at the time, the 
beauty of that scene and the weird silence 
of those Northern mountains left an im- 
pression that we are not likely to forget. 

The three prime necessities for a good 
camp-site are wood, water and shelter. 
If you have pack animals, you will have to 
add a fourth item to this list — grass. 
Wood is generally very abundant in the 
North and East, and very often almost 
entirely lacking on the plains and in the 
Southwest. Water never fails in the North- 
ern Rockies and Coast Range and in the 
region north and east of the Great Lakes. 
But on the prairie it is sometimes extremely 
difficult to find water that is fit to drink, 
and in the Southwest it is often impossible 
to find any. Yet water one must have, 
and all woodsmen look back with horror 
upon nights they have passed in "dry 
camps." In the Southern States much of 
the water is very dangerous, on account of 
the bacteria it contains, but even poor 
water may be rendered safe by boiling, 
if it is merely microbes that we have to 
fight. But when the water is strongly 
alkaline, as is the case on the plains, boiling 
will not render it fit for human use. 

Strangely enough, alkaline water ice is 
pure and fit for use. In summer the waters 
of such rivers as the Red River of the North, 
the Saskatchewan and the Athabasca are 
very poor, being decidedly alkaline and 
muddy, but the ice is as clear as crystal, 
and when melted gives soft water that is 
fit for culinary uses. One can often tell 
before coming to a sink, or buffalo wallow, 
whether the water will be good or bad, by 
looking at the ring of surrounding vegeta- 
tion. When the water plants and grass are 
of a healthy green, the water is generally 
fit to drink, but when a rusty brown rim 
surrounds the water, it is, nine times out 
of ten, brackish. Of course, when a lake 
is decidedly alkaline it is surrounded by 
beds of glistening soda, which shine like 
ice in the sunlight, and then only the wild- 
fowl and the desert animals, whose insides 

seem to be made of .cast iron, are able to 
make use of it. 

Possibly a majority of the readers of this 
article who have camped in the open do 
their camping where the canoe is the means 
of transportation, so that most of the 
troubles that beset the path of the prairie 
traveler are unknown to them. Water, and 
good water, too, pure as crystal and cool 
as the foaming lager beloved by the 
Teuton, are theirs by the very nature of 
things, and wood is not often lacking. 
Brush and tent poles are also available, 
and the one trouble they have to face is 
often the impossibility of getting a good, 
dry, camping ground, and one yet free from 
boulders and rocks. It is best to camp at 
least two full hours before dusk. This 
gives you time to get your tent properly 
pitched, your wood cut and your supper 
cooked. It is miserable work if you find 
yourself still at it and stumbling about in 
the dark, and it makes a labor of what an 
hour or two earlier would have been an 
amusement. If you are new at camping, 
be very sure to cut enough wood and a 
sufficiency of boughs. The form that is ac- 
customed to sleep on a hair mattress does 
not take kindly to a couch on the bare 
earth. But I do not think that any one 
could complain of a bed made of two feet 
of freshly pulled fir boughs, neatly arranged 
with the butts all in one direction, and 
having a spring equal to that of any bed 
turned out by a factory. Upon these boughs 
you should lay a waterproof sheet, with the 
rubber side downward, then, with your 
blankets or sleeping bag, whichever you 
prefer, you should not be long in wooing 
Morpheus when once you turn in. All 
this providing, of course, that you are 
cruising where fir trees are abundant. 
A light rubber "blow bed," or pneumatic 
mattress, is even then preferred by some 

It is always warmer on the top of a knoll 
than at the foot. The cold air sinks into 
the hollows, the warmer strata floating 
above it, and the difference is most pre- 
ceptible in that chilly hour which precedes 
the dawn. The canvas of a tent becomes 
soaked with the dew, and a man who is 
unaccustomed to sleeping out often awakes 
shivering, notwithstanding two or three 



pairs of blankets. The canvas will not 
become so wet, however, if the tent is 
pitched under a spreading tree, as this 
prevents the formation of dew. But again, 
trees sometimes become conductors for 
lightning or are blown down in a storm. 

If you are traveling by canoe you should 
try to choose a landing place where you 
can bring your craft broadside on to the 
shore, as it does not pay to run a canoe 
end on against the gravel. If you are care- 
ful your birchbark will not leak very badly, 
even after several days' use, while if you 
are careless and treat her as you would a 
ship's jolly boat, she will leak like a sieve, 
and great will be your discomfort. The 
correct way to make a landing is to run your 
canoe in broadside and step out without 
actually letting her ground. Then remove 
the load and lift the canoe out; if you are 
alone, by catching hold of the center bar; 
carry it a few feet above high water mark, 
and place it gently, bottom up, seeing that 
it is secure from damage by wind or water. 
There is generally little danger of anything 
happening after doing this here in the East, 
but once on the Alaskan coast we had a 
30-foot dugout, made from a single trunk 
of the giant cedar, smashed into match- 
wood under rather peculiar circumstances. 
Our small party was camped by the shore, 
our tent being fifty yards or so from the 
canoe, which was so large and heavy that 
it required six stout fellows to carry it up 
from the water. Without any warning a 
sudden squall came down from the Coast 
Range, churned up the w T aters of the little 
bay, caught our canoe up in its wild em- 
brace as if it were a thing of no weight, 
rolled it over two or three times, and 
finally slammed it down on a couple of 
granite boulders placed there by dear old 
Dame Nature doubtless for that very 

If you have to leave a bark canoe for any 
time exposed to the frost, just loosen the 
ribs, otherwise she will most assuredly 

A birchbark canoe should always be 
sheltered from the sun when not in use. 
And if you are a fisherman and intend 
to camp for a day or two in some place 
where there is good fishing, cut a few forked 
sticks and drive their points into the ground, 

aligning the forks carefully; in ttu 
can lay your rods with an assurance that 
they will not warp, though if they are split 
bamboos you had better cover them with 
some strips of bark, either birch or spr 
to keep off the rain and dew. Salmon 
fishermen never take down their 1' 
heavy rods while they are in camp, as they 
do not often move their headquarters, and 
such a rod support as I have described will 
keep them in excellent condition. 

V. — Camp Fires and Cooking Fires 

Making a fire may seem a simple mat- 
ter to one whose experience has been 
limited to watching the hired girl set the 
blaze agoing in the parlor grate, but there 
are occasions, and they come quite fre- 
quently when one is leading the simple 
life, when making a fire is by no means 
an easy trick. When there is nothing in sight 
but green wood, and everything is wet and 
sodden with rain or snow, it takes a pretty 
good hand in the woods to get a fire started 
without loss of time. Let me give an 
instance : 

One late November afternoon several 
years ago I found myself on a hardwood 
ridge in central New Brunswick, in com- 
pany with "Billy" Griffin, who has sinee 
become well known as a woodsman and 
guide, but who was then living in com- 
parative obscurity, although I had some- 
time before found out his excellent knowl- 
edge of woodcraft. Daylight was fast 
fading away; it was bitterly cold, for there 
was a foot of snow on the ground, and the 
northwest wind was howling through the 
leafless hardwoods. Look where we would 
we could not see a stick of drv wood; in 
fact, it was about as clear growth of rock 
maple as I have ever seen. Suddenly Billy 
stopped, saying: "I think this will do." 
To me it seemed that it would not do at 
all, for I could not imagine that he could 
make a comfortable camp in such a dreary 

But Billy knew his business. 

Throwing down our packs we lost no 
time in pitching camp. I cut a few young 
maples and put up our lean-to with its 
back to the wind; cleared away the snow 
from beneath it and from the spot where 
the fire was to be built, banking it up at the 



back of the tent as a protection, although 
it seemed but a slight one, and by the time 
I had finished I could hear Billy's axe 
beating a regular tattoo upon one of the 
largest maples that grew in the immediate 
vicinity of our camp. Presently it fell with 
a crash that shook the hillside, and my 
stalwart companion began to log it up in 
the approved backwoods manner, so that 
shortly both trunk and branches were in 
lengths that could be conveniently handled. 
Here I was of some slight assistance, and 
together we rolled or carried the result of 
Billy's chopping to our camp-site. There 
was enough wood to have warmed a poor 
city family half through a Canadian winter. 
We were to burn it up in a single night. 

Xow my curiosity was Intense, for there 
was no dry wood to start the blaze, and I 
had never seen a fire kindled from a green 
hardwood. Billy soon solved the problem, 
however, by quartering one of the smaller 
branches, then splitting one of these quar- 
Stfll further, and, finally, making a 
lot of shavings which he was very eareful 
to keep (ait of the snow and wet. At first 
his blaze was a tiny thing, and he had to 
nurse it with great care, shielding it from 
every gust, until he was rewarded by a 
flame .that could defy the elements. After 
our cooking was done — I should have said 
that he found water just where he expected 
it would be, although nothing showed to 
my less practiced eye — the flames were 
forking and twisting ten feet in the air, and 
during the long winter night our fire con- 
sumed the whole of that great maple. 

In a country where birchbark is to be 
found the traveler should always carry a 
supply of it, for though it may be ever such 
an abundant tree you often fail to find it 
just when it is most needed. As every one 
knows, the bark of a birch is a highly in- 
flammable substance, and will start a fire 
under the most adverse conditions. To 
feed the flame you should have a supply 
of dry wood, and the best of all is furnished 
by a dry pine stub. For backlogs you need 
something green, and I know of nothing 
to beat yellow or gray birch; the smaller 
branches make excellent hand-junks, as the 
two side pieces are called. These in their 
turn'support a straight log of small dimen- 
sions known as a fore-stick. The space 

between the fore-stick and the back logs is 
filled, in with the dry wood, and as this 
catches more fuel is added, until a fire of 
the requisite size is obtained. 

Woods vary very much in their value. 
White birch is a very poor wood, so is 
poplar or aspen, though each of these 
may be used when thoroughly dry. But they 
do not give out the heat that some other 
woods do. Pine is very good, so are maple 
and birch. Spruce sparks too much, often- 
times burning holes in your blankets and 
tent, and cedar also develops this def ct, 
though I, for one, enjoy its fragrance. 

On the Pacific Coast and in the moun- 
tains our Eastern woods are not available, 
but there are others fully as good, if not 
better. In southern British Columbia and 
in the States of Idaho and Washington there 
is the bull pine, which is as good as our 
Eastern white pine, and very much larger. 
Along the Pacific side of the Coast Range 
one gets the Douglas fir, and farther north 
the Sitkan spruce, each of which will make 
a fire fit for a hunter. The Sitkan spruce is 
very full of sap, and I once saw a curious 
experiment made with it. We had sawn 
down a small specimen, perhaps six feet 
through, and measuring a hundred feet to 
the first limb, and noticed, after it had 
been down a little time that a nick in the 
rough bark had become full of some kind 
of resin that had exuded from the wood. 
One of our party applied a match to this, 
and after a little coaxing we got it to burn, 
with the result that we started a fire that 
smouldered in that log for days, finally 
consuming it entirely. I have heard that 
the housewives of the British Columbian 
cities complain that the Douglas fir makes 
too hot a fire, burning out their stoves. 
This is, however, a fault on the right side 
from the campers' point of view, as a good, 
hot fire is thoroughly appreciated in a winter 
camp, when the squalls come tearing down 
from the lofty Coast Range, and the nipping 
and eager air seems to find its way through 
the thickest mackinaw jacket as if it were 
a shoddy garment. 

Novices usually take parlor matches into 
the woods. Here they make a great mis- 
take, for matches usually become more or 
less damp and under those conditions 
parlor matches are not sure fire. The best 


matches are the little sulphur sticks made of any practical use is one with a 2 J-pound 

on the Pacific Coast, and known there as head and a handle at least 24 inches long. 

"Chinese matches." They will light even Such an axe will do everything that is 

after having been dipped in water. Next required 'round camps, though it will not 

to these are the ordinary sulphur matches do it so well nor so quickly as a heavier axe. 

that are rarely found now in the houses of It is a great blessing to have one heavy 

the well-to-do, on account of their abomin- axe in the outfit — something with a 4- or 5- 

able odor and general unpleasantness, pound head, that will bite deep at each 

These will, however, stand a good deal more blow and bring the big trees down in a 

moisture than the parlor match, and even twinkling; but, of course, on ordinary 

after being wet may be made serviceable hunting expeditions, where traveling light 

again through drying. A match has been is the order of the day, one may have to 

recently placed on the market known as forego this luxury. 

the "Searchlight." This is a giant among A good woodsman is fully as critical in 

matches, being about five inches long and the choice of his axe as he is of his rifle — 

very costly, but as it is warranted to burn sometimes more so. There is a great 

for several seconds in the fiercest rain difference in axes, and the best are those 

storm that ever was, it is good to have some made by blacksmiths who have served an 

of these packed away in a tin can as a apprenticeship in the lumber woods and 

reserve. In fact, all matches, excepting whose customers are lumbermen. They 

those that are for immediate use, should be know how to shape and temper an axe, 

carried in friction-top tin cans, such as are while those that are bought in the hardware 

sometimes used for tobacco. But a thing stores are often too brittle and too thin in the 

to be remembered is that you should not bit, so that they splinter like glass upon a 

carry matches in a metal match-case in frozen knot. 

very cold weather. Use a wide-mouth glass But if the ordinary axe of commerce is 
bottle. If your match-case should become not a very perfect weapon, what shall we 
very cold, as is quite possible, and you then say of the handle ? This is generally de- 
take it into a warm camp, the metal will plorably bad. In Europe, American axe- 
condense moisture and very possibly ruin handles are looked upon almost with 
your matches. This may sometimes be a veneration, and are acknowledged to be 
serious matter, for to be caught far from far ahead of anything over there, yet those 
the home camp on a really cold winter's same axe -handles find but small favor 
night without the means of making fire may with our best woodsmen. In the Middle 
mean death. A leather match-case, such States they make their own axe-handles 
as can be bought for 25 cents, will, espe- of hickory, and in the North they use rock 
cially if treated to a dose of neatsfoot oil, maple, birch or ironwood, rock maple being 
keep matches in excellent condition. a wood selected when it is available. Most 

Intimately connected with the subject of good choppers prefer an almost straight 

fire is the axe. "Don't know how them handle, and they generally use one that is 

old fellows got along without an axe; don't long in proportion to their own height, 

know anyhow." Thus an Indian replied Of course, the longer the handle, in reason, 

when I asked him how the ancients managed the greater the momentum and the harder 

before the white men struck this continent, the blow. Se^ that your axes are sharp when 

I, certainly, should be very averse to you go into the woods, and that they are not 

making even a one-night camp without my too highly tempered for a file to bite. If 

axe. And when I say axe, I mean axe, and they are sufficiently soft, and you have a 

not hatchet. Those cute, little, ingenious file and a pocket oilstone, you can keep 

hatchets, about the size of the family tack- your axe in fairly good condition for several 

hammer, are very poor weapons with which weeks, though the time will come when the 

to attack even the smallest birch or maple, bit will be too thick for the shortened 

They may have their uses, but I have not length, and then nothing but a grindstone 

discovered them. The smallest axe that is will put it in first-rate condition once more. 

(To be continued.) 


Pointers Versus Setters — A Family Controversy Which Resulted 
in the Regeneration of a Sportsman Who Knew 


HE first bird-dog I ever 
had experience with 
was an old pointer that 
belonged to my father. 
Spot was colored liver - 
and-white, with "ticked" 
legs and slight tick 
markings over the body; 
his nose was full and 
large, his chest deep, 
and he was a well- 
muscled dog, weighing, I should judge, 
about forty pounds when in hunting trim. 
But though I knew him well, and loved him 
perhaps more than was good for him, I had 
never seen him at work until I became the 
possessor of a gun and father desired me to 
join him in the field at the opening of the 
quail season. 

We drove for several miles that morning, 
a glorious autumn day in Virginia, and it 
seemed to me father would never stop, 
before the horse was hitched by the road- 
side and Spot was told to "Go on." 

We were^not yet in the field, when the dog 
pointed, and we made haste to load our 
guns — at least, father did the loading. The 
guns were muzzle-loaders, and I fear the 
old dog thought father exasperatingly long, 
for I had to be shown how to load my gun. 
We flushed a fine covey of birds, and 
though we both fired twice, only the two